Walk-Less Poem by Barima Basoah

Stuck in the muddy swamp,
heavy rain is pouring,
I only wish to swim.
Stuck in the deep of the valley,
as it opens to swallow me,
I only wish to fly out.
Stuck on the tip of the mountain,
as the eagles want me for a prey,
I only wish to fall off.
Stuck on the middle of the ocean,
great storm brewing and tidal waves,
I only wish to run away.
Stuck on the dry desert,
carried by whirlwind with sand and dust,
I only wish to dive deep.
Lost in the wild forest,
haunted by the heavy coverings,
I only wish to jump high and out.
Stuck on the inhospitable wilderness,
so wild that I cannot control,
I only wish to sail off.
I am on a path unknown,
a path to nowhere,
a pathway with no way,
I only wish to make a step to somewhere.


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