802 walked for years

walked for years
on the road,in the villages
and amidst mountains
looked at all the valleys and peaks
the wells which were deep
harvested smiles
harnessed piles
of laughter and cries,
now i am empty
waiting for the sun to rise
morning bird is already
chirping
announcing the clamour of some rays
to enter
my heart
from here, there and every where
why not the window locks be broken
why not the sails of the boat
be opened
let me be flown away
roved by the waves
some where
the hopes meet
the bigger sky
every day, every time and
without asking
why