When was I part of your race?????

Was it the struggle which I failed to be in????
Or the greed hill, I never bothered to look up at??
Climbing and stumbling are part of the journey.....
When did I ever think of starting on!!!!

"Better late than never" is just a motivation,
For the one who made a start once.....
I, on the other side of the hill.....
Kept waiting for someone to come...

I kept standing against the pole in the dark.
My shadow was too dim to chase your past...
So I thought to rather stop and relax.
For you were nowhere to be seen near and fast...
My bidding words might be hard to hear,
But now when I'm gone there'll be noone to share and part.
Here I leave you with that world, lonely and cloud..
Waiting for you with arms spread out.
With a wish to see you with the same glow,
Whenever we meet, never be low.....