A Walk To Remember Poem by RONY PATRA

The traveller walks in the direction of the forest
Looking, as always, for a place to sit and rest
His countenance reveals him to be ill at ease
Which is jarring, in the midst of the autumn breeze

He laments the loss of humanity and innocence
From the world, in which his is an indecipherable presence
He wonders why no one consents to help him
And thus, mentally, he stands on a tumbler's rim

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a Good Samaritan appears
And tells the awestruck traveller, 'Have no fears,
Generosity and goodwill still abound in this world
Obstacles are things that God has always hurled.'

The traveller says, 'I have no joy, I have no hope
Everyone discards me like a used bar of soap
I wish for somebody to understand my sorrow
Otherwise I may commit suicide in the morrow.'

The Samaritan says, 'It is a crime to grieve
About things that have taken their time to conceive
Don't look back, stare at the boundless future
Dream big, and safeguard your fantasy and culture.'

The traveller says, 'Thank you, O Samaritan
For hearing my rantings in a world considered partisan
The Samaritan replies, 'You are always welcome.'
And disappears as quickly as he had come

And then the traveller realises, with no trace of anxiety
That he just met a reincarnation of someone called the Almighty
Who has taught him one of the valuable lessons of life
That the flag of fortitude should fly high, even in times of strife