Walk

 

 

In this lane,

I walk down all my steps,

Either feels like,

I am walking

thousands of years,

this earth,

is my home,

all I do,

is just get all along,

I have no one,

And for one,

have been walking 

For many years,

from the centuries,

where,

I left my home,

many many years ago!

And now suddenly,

I remembered my home,

all it had,

was the greenery,

of the moment,

In the past,

the memory lane,

It had,

just like the one,

this one,

I am walking!

I don't know,

if I will ever return,

return to the fold,

Return to my land

of gold,

Maybe it is already sanded,

just like the one

I travelled last

Fifty years ago,

Alas, 

Years feel like days,

Decade feel like years,

Centuries feel like decades,

But,

All I do is walk,

The Home is Far behind,

The Destiny is Far ahead!

And to this man,

who I passed now,

Is the soul of walk,

May we cross our paths,

Path of our destiny,

Path to our dreamland,

intertwined,

intersected,

and,

Gone!