A Sole Walker Poem by shyam balaji

Across oceans, as sole hawk-
yearning for a soul to talk,
through my path, had an isolated walk.

Loneliness chased my life,
to slew my woes, had no knife.
through my path, been I only a trife.

While all evenings ran slow,
none to speak, had an isolated blow
through my path, saw no illuminated glow.

Saw no rose, but only thorn
with unknown reason I was born,
through my path, only sadness have I worn.

To view the world, when I turned,
tough lessons are there to be learnt.
through my path of life, only sorrows I earned.