A long distance I walked so far in my path of life
Unknown to me how far still I need to cover
Weary and drowsy, forlorn by fallacies
Dreaded even to rest with dire times reaching a crest
The road I walked along never had any shelters
Nor had big trees to rest under for a while
My rest was confined to standing under small trees
Trekking along rocks and walking on sands
Quenching my thirst from murky waters
Sufficing my appetite with fruits left over by birds
The road behind me awful and dreaded
Nothing to rejoice better to bury the memoirs
Captive of illusion I continued my journey
Knowing not what in store I intend to move ahead
My hopes are skeptical as illusions are optical
Mirages or miracles call it by any name
Hope I, the road ahead be a respite towards my end
Very much like 'The Road Not Travelled' by Robert Frost or my 'The Path Undecided'. A good write.
One should always remain hopeful of better times ahead, even though the future seems dim. Very good write.
The road ahead, let us hope, is a road smooth and straight with shade and shelter, unlike the road left behind! A great write, but a little distressing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with hope the road ahead will be much better than in the past. peaceful and soothing. good write about life.