Traveller’s Plight Poem by Aditya Deshpande

Anger floods wandering ghost in an endless path,
Stopping here with tired mind in this stretched path.

Glimpsing back warily reveal thousands of illusions,
Realization of disgusting unstable strides.

A snail walks faster than this,
A drunk beggar walks straighter than this.

Rising sun sets and night complements day,
Then why did I and why should I travel and suffer?

My heart is pinched where it hurts,
My fluttery mind runs wild amok.

Blotched mind tries to wash colour with colour,
Just gets mixed in the same colour.

Stony Path stands still unmoved,
With a firm indifferent gaze on its travellers.