The Man I Met On My Way Poem by shery vincent nazrath

When I was rushing my home
Which was so far from my dreams
Where I keep my worries safe
With a path full of thorns

I just turned back
By hearing a gentle voice
'Shall I come with you'
'It is my pleasure to follow you'

I was so surprised to see
A man in a white gown
With thick black hair
Hunting eyes and killing smile

I know he can't follow me
Till I reach my home
But I failed to say 'No'
When I looked into his eyes

Never he waited for my reply
He started to follow me
I heard my heart beat
When he reached near me

He kept silence through out our way
Never he called me a 'Name'
Never he raised his hands to touch
I was free to go ahead as my like

My journey will be very hard I know
And will take much time to reach
Still I liked his hunting eyes
And his killing smile

Forgot to cry when I look into his eyes
Was speechless when he smile at me
Wished to touch his black thick hair
But trembled when he come near

He was there always with me
We together rested in green meadows
We together enjoyed rain in hillside
We together dined under the trees

After long walk
I reached near my home
Again I turned back
To welcome him to my home

But I was shocked by not seeing him
He was vanished in between
Where did he go?
Why did he go?

I searched the man in white gown
With 'thick black hair'
'Hunting eyes' and 'Killing smile'
My cry echoed in meadows and hills

The man in white gown
was my sweet 'satan'
His role in my way was
To follow me to my home

But still be
That eyes are hunting me
That smile is killing me
Not to follow me to my home

To remember me
That 'satan' was the only one
who followed me
To my sweet home

The man I met on my way
Was my 'sweet satan'
With black thick hair
with hunting eyes and killing smile