Walking Long Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

I must have tread this track, so many times;
but don't remember well! This oblivion
may be or not a bliss! But surely rhyme
these steps with my strained strides in bygone eons!

I'm not alone. There're hordes walking with me!
As some are falling down like autumn leaves;
the seasoned scouts are cruis'ng with saintly glee!
We know, to reach the goal we need His leave!

My heart buoyant in deep soul-pool, is now
a jettisoned canoe and mind a pegged
meat-hole. And there the melting bright rainbow
is becoming a lucent cosmic egg!

When close I heard someone ringing a bell!
and heard a voice: 'You have to wait! ! ' I fell!