The Sustenance Poem by Braja K Sarkar
The Sustenance
I look forward to
The bright path
Paved up to the
Distant hill.
I am a blind traveller,
Have dragged on a narrow passage
Through the thorny bushes.
I have nothing but
The creepers and grassess and
A vile grain of corn as my
Means to the end.
A radiant horseman running steadily and
Off and on breaks
The sound of the plunging hoofs........
oooops! ! ! I love the sound of the plunging hooves inspite of all those grassy curves and creepy bushes I must say you ran the race well--- nice poem dear Braja and all the best -10 anjali
a warm wise thoughtful poem..i loved it..is that you my friend...
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4/30/2024 1:51:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very poetic...I liked all of it.