A Wayward Journey Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

The path is laid and sometimes with turn
I moved too with intent of a bloom
I shuffled the earth below my feet
because I could hear the murmur of breeze
singing to me the song of dawn, of new light
how beauty is possible, goodness is
sometimes I felt I am too queer
nevertheless bounded by rhythm of universe
I never stopped, never asked
why it is pink of horizon or blue
it doesn't mattered, it mattered to me
it is there where I often went and came never hollowed
I wanted this beauty to long last
till the earth is rotating and we in her bosom danced.