The Convoluted Road Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

The road leads
Till the point it has been lighted
And much beyond.
She is in command.
My mind is a vehicle.

Silence is there
Though the souls are in dialogue.
There is no discomfort-
Only certain desires are heightened.

We have no destination.
We move through the circuitous road.
The thoughts and expressions run hither and thither
And convolute.

Soon we'll part our ways.
The chill of the night time will smother
The fire of the queries-
Not answered.
The night will be drenched in cold dews.
The mortal bodies will fall into sleep.