It had a force of its own
A will of its own
But the walk was mine
What a walk it was
On the mine laden path
I woke up at last
Guess what?
The path too had a mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Kiran. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.