I look forward to
The bright path
Paved up to the
Distant hill.
I am a blind traveller,
Have dragged on a narrow passage
Through the thorny bushes.
I have nothing but
The creepers and grassess and
A vile grain of corn as my
Means to the end.
A radiant horseman running steadily and
Off and on breaks
The sound of the plunging hoofs........
oooops! ! ! I love the sound of the plunging hooves inspite of all those grassy curves and creepy bushes I must say you ran the race well--- nice poem dear Braja and all the best -10 anjali
a warm wise thoughtful poem..i loved it..is that you my friend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poetic...I liked all of it.