I was a lonely traveler, walking the path, that no one never dares to, that no one never dreams;
I wandered lonely as a cloud, taking me where the path took me, taking me where the wind blew me to, I wandered like a long lost traveler;
many a times, I was lost, many a times, I was wounded;
still determined, to carry on, I pushed myself, to continue;
I never looked left, I never looked right, like a bridled horse, I only looked straight and carried on, on and on and on;
until one day, the path i was so long travelling, led me to a cross-road;
I thought the path I was in, was mine and no one else would be here, it was my little secret path, or so I assumed; now standing in front me, with an outstretched hand, stood a stranger, in the middle of cross-road; an outstretched hand, with a sign, “come, walk with me”;
I stand here on the edge, confused, perplexed, I stood still, wondering; do i stop here?, do i go back?, or do i go forward and walk the path with the stranger;
I stood there, looking at the sign, that says, come, walk with me;
The poem was originally written and published on Jul 26, 2008. It was updated on Jan 11, 2021.
2 comments
YAY!!! I love this poem so much, it’s very beautiful. Thank you.
was really a nice poem..