Mistaken myself the ways of journey
In a desert like place I reached here
My eye visions are lost for a while
The sun shine that brightened in noon
To trace a safe place to hide
To trace something to eat from this place
That make me healthy to run as fast
The jungle somewhere I have to find
In night I started the journey
Following a prey in open field of rock
When it was not reached, I continued
The walking without burden I felt
But something in mid way that happened to me
The place I reached was inconvenient
To hide somewhere in bushes or small jungles
Or at least to take a rest in shade of tree
The place once had a large space of forest
Where now it is now desert like, and heated
The ways are no convenient enough to travel
The day robbery and even finishing sprees
Still may I try my luck in this place
Otherwise i will loss the only hope of survival.
So nicely depicted the ways of your journey. Fantastic expression. Thanks for sharing.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, deforestation and no aforestation has converted our places into a desert like making survival difficult.