I recollect
We set out for a voyage
Despite across misty maze
You held my hands tight
Fearless, I shut my sight
Few miles ahead
I got pricked, stumbled and fall
Feet felt wobbly, journey needed stall
Deafening was the shearing thorn
Your haste sounded like a scorn
I regained with a throb
Whilst caressing my novel pain
Had I let go of your hand
Your voice I heard at distance drain
Had deserted me on forlorn sand
Numb I was
How many a miles I walked
With thorn still abrading
How many a season lapsed
Till the fool in me left shading
Perchance the scene recurs
I still see me stumble
Will you lift me or leave as humble
Its not now I regret or mourn
Yet somewhere along the journey
I painted odyssey, you called it
Sojourn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poetry is a very good one, Shreej. I enjoyed reading all your poems at PH.Thanks for sharing greetings from Italy Ciao Fabrizio
Thank you very much! You are an inspiration for me, a beginner.