Face Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Falteringly he proceede
upward and thought..why?
The thick mist devoured everything
and he thought he has crossed
the final line.
But no! He was alive and moving
his body moving upward rocky path.
He screamed to his mind
to shut-up and with great effort
moved upward...and saw
a human figure through the mist.
He sighed and stopped
without turning his eyes away.
Was it a final line? He mused!
a sudden fear gripped him
with the thought of illusion
and quickly he realized it was not.
The bearded figure said
with dreamy voice
"Come! "
He thought he got all answers
but couldn't remember
the questions!
Now that wasnot the purpose
for his trail with no aim!
He was curious to see
the face of the bearded man
and felt ashamed for the wish.
"You're thirsty..and
this's the only truth this moment.
The bearded man held a pot
of water for him and he looked up...
It was his own face!