A Long Walk
I have carried this wish since my childhood that
I should have an adoring pal to hold my hand
And walk up to a distanced land with bundle of talk.
Warmth of esteemed hand and melody of whispers
Should ease arduous of terrain and bumpy streaks
Avoid slippery and tumbling in the unknown land.
In that age of coiling blood and dreamy hood
Clout within had given vent to all sorts of shudders
It was a wish of baby bird that found new wings to fly.
Infancy filled with might of muscles and mentality
Would have led this walk to precarious curves
Thank ‘Him’! He didn’t allow me find a crony at that age.
Stumble, get hurt, then healed and again stumble
Walking alone with those many falls has taught a lot!
What can he learn the one who never stumbled, never hurt?
Those horrid shows, rolled tears, spicy walks and pierced soul
Nothing can be labeled ‘Bad’ as they were the guiding light
During the entire walk, search for an idol was the escort.
Each forward move were not put with caution and care
There was ‘he’ who had solid stick to strike and herb to heal
On the way, there were many mounds on which soul could rest.
As the footsteps fell on the ground of confirmed realities
The effort required to put in seems lighter and firm
The pricks on the foot had left deep marks to be evoked.
Walk, hike and sink all put together are my arrows in bow
I want to shoot with fine grip and the target is mankind
May be now its time for me to feel the pinch of an associate!
It’s prime to get boost up and to hold on to the tireless path
Now it’s time that I make this voyage with a luminary
An enduring collaborator may come in aid to get set.
It’s a long walk and a long distance yet to be covered
‘He’ carves, the ideal time for me to look aside
The same old wish of childhood, ripe with experience
‘He’ would decide when its proper for him to grant me this bliss
Along pathway, I have to have the warmth and the hold I need
As long as ‘He’ wishes I will stride this long blessed walk of life.
-Vidi-
28-01-08
may these wishes that walk long well escorted stumble not and find the target soon...a poem with a bundle of sweet open talk...i liked...10
A wonderful write, Vidi. I too have a great fondness for the first verse. It catches ones attention and sets the tone for those that follow. I do agree that the best lessons in life are learned by experience (stumbling, falling, getting back up) . That is what gives life the 'spice.' Thanks, an enjoyable read. Richard
I have a 'Fond-ness for the first stanza, Excellently crafted, Vidi
This poem carries a beautiful thought expressed thru beautful words...liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
may your wish be fulfilled soon. also a nice poem to read.