Ye Traveller, My Best Of Luck. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Ye traveller,
Thou art leaving the hamlet –
In search of springs
In search of lovely pastures.

And to miles and beyond
Thy feet, mind and heart stay prepared.
Thou hath never seen the world
Beyond these fields and gentle winds.

And a trunk box holds thy life,
Your future, a couple of certificates and the open sky.
Your mother prepares for the parting scene
And thee visit thy friends and exchange dreams.

And on the penultimate night
Stars are twinkling twinkling silently.
The winds are asleep at the distant hills
But a heart is drowned in solemn thoughts.

Beyond the window sill
The hamlet in the moonlight lay dreaming.
Faces appear and disappear
And the playgrounds remain ever inviting.

From the face
Thee wipe off the silver stream.
Within a bed of roses
Thee feel a thorn, a deep unrest sets in.

The dawn finally wakes up,
The endless fields lay in a silvery mist.
The wind is blowing soft
The bells are ringing low.

The village temple is visited,
Oil lamps are prayfully lit.
To the chirping birds on the turrets
A farewell glance is cast.

It is becoming time,
Relatives gather at the gate.
A calf appears in a dancing gait
And licks thy feet in vibrabt love.

Leaves rustle in the wind,
Birds twitter all around.
Beyond the hills and distant rills
Thy train is now winding over the lea.

And from the nearest town
Thee entrain for the distant charming lights.
The clatter absorbs thy parting words
And waving hands slowly disappear from thy sight.

The winds are now gather speed
As the wheels begin to measure distances.
The hamlet is now asleep,
A lonesome bird is in a long trail.

And thee finally reach thy station,
Land before an ancient arch, thy destination.
She has seen many teeming generations
Cross her gates in hope and ardent dreams.

And a life is woven around thee,
An inn is within capturing sight.
Time is bound to gather roots
Life is bound to bear her fruits.

And thou merge with the streaming world,
Picking thy way, gathering thy grains.
Ye traveller, thou hath begun a sojourn,
I wish thee best of luck from my deepest core.

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21/12/2002