The Lone Walker Poem by Gopal B Dash

At the dawn of life I came
Lone to the earth, for
A journey in the interwoven
Crossroads and the
Varied jungles.
Sometimes on the parched earth
And sometimes in the
Flood of cacophony and men.

Stood by my side
In every discreet moments,
The two heavenly Messiah.
But many a times they too
Fixed me in the stroller,
And walked away
To their work.
Alone I kept inkling
For the moments;
If I will have my legs
On the floor to toddle.

With the spreading leg span,
And outreaching hands,
Intensified the war of life.
To pass through the
Topsy-Turvy of win and loss.
All in the cue but fight alone.
I am the lone walker,
Miles to go, miles to go.