Footsteps Poem by Rahul Singh Rana
Footsteps
I was walking barefoot,
I asked the man,
Who came in my way!
Why I was so wrong,
In every step I took.
My inner self is not at peace
Nor is my utmost sense.
He smiled and walked away.
I was surprised,
For I heard about humanity.
My footsteps still wanted
To travel a thousand miles,
My heart wanting
To meet an ear,
Worth listening,
I still shrieked loud,
My story of demise,
I lost the track
To my soul,
My shrieking was a wastage
And so were my footsteps
But they wanted to travel
Travel a thousand miles!
Nice. There is heavy meanings in the deeper levels. Personally, I enjoy a poem that has a plain meaning enjoyable for any basic reader and which has other deep levels hidden within. This is just a remark about my preference. Your work is of course a nice one. Kudos.
Powerful! ! Evocative! ! Not sure about the use of the word wastage.
Your poem is very sad in its expressions and feelings. Yet there is an underlying quest for adventure and excitement. Until you satisfy this longing you will always be stagnant just like a river thats drying up. Get up shake off the dust and keep it moving. Good poem.
This is a very moving poem. I feel your frustration, attempting to find a listening ear.
A fine piece....reminds me Antove Chekov's GRIEF.........keep writing.....
A fine poem of depression; but subduing to the inevitable fate in this society.All are busy; none ready t hear the other.A good criticism
this world has become a haunting place where every body is scared and terrified due to some unknown reasons. you have depicted correctly the same aloofness of human beings from humans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 11:00:02 PM # 1.0.0
States are as many as people are different as the old man walking away in your dream. Listening to the world as you speak of. The path that you choose in trying to use. Is the path that he walked set before you......iip