The Walker Poem by Kumar Parashar

The spirit of travelling haunts me
For neither I am the emissary nor the traveller
But since I am here and it bounds me
I have to walk though I have no stamina

The road untaken by many, chosen by few ones
Another chosen by many, taken by a little
But I decide to elect the one chosen by none
But I am inexperienced and my legs too brittle.

For I set out to be the master of my fate
There are thorns, rocks and darkness inside
And my feet wouldn't go any further of my weight
But I strive to survive and push above the ground to fly.

I walk and walk through the darkness that surrounds me
My shoulders are too heavy, my eyesight too blurred
My heart is bothered by the taunts of a million dark trees
They are telling stories, so elude, so divine, so unheard

The path abused by many, used by few ones
Another foretold by many, warned by a little
But I decide to elect the path picked by none
But I am inexperienced and my legs too brittle.

I am ready to walk a hundred thousand miles
Before this road end and I have reached my destiny
But it seems so far away and the path is without any smiles
But I believe there, at the end would be moksha, tranquility.

I am determined to go forth and ahead where this path would take
I convince myself to walk along this road I have chosen
I tell myself not to worry, not to cry, not to break
The desires in my mind and fire in my eyes would not be frozen.

The way repelled by many, welcomed by a few ones
Another walked by many, repulsed by a little
But I decide to take a way, taken by none
But I am inexperienced and my legs too brittle.

The hardships will go away and darkness will fell apart
I have told myself not to stop, not to turn around
For I will walk this road till the end or till I depart
The voices will hurt me no more nor will the dark background

I have chosen this road and I will make through
I have faced hardships but there are many to come
The fears are many, but I have certainly outgrew
I will walk alone, there is nobody, there will be none

I had nothing to eat and no water to drink
I have to walk this path alone and I promise to do so
My feet would not walk back, my eyes don't blink
So I push the earth back and back, thus, forward I go

My path may be heard by many and resisted by few ones
Other paths may be selected by all and praised by a little
But I decide to walk my path, which is picked by none
Because I am no longer inexperienced and my legs no longer brittle.