Lowing to self I ask slow,
O my master! Where to go?
Said the self left in me,
“To wandering paths in woods and meads
lying ahead in world of treads.”
“To the path which lead you to
the valley of thy destined goal.
Not the path which left you in
the valley of horrible den.”
Thus answered the other power.
and left me in a confused mark.
I felt done when a voice within
told me a certain thing.
“Never to worry what path grace
All paths go….. To same place.”
Well-penned poem, I agree with Marieta, nice rational poem, thanks for sharing, keep it up, you got my vote,10+++
sir ur theme is very good. i like ur poem n thanks 4 written.plz write more poems.
Yes you are right. All paths lead to the same goal. A good finish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and left me in a confused mark nice rational poem....