When I see the long path in front of me,
The same path trodden again and again,
How different does it feel to me!
Now that I will never walk on it again
When I see those small thatched houses,
And the big moon rising above them
How wary I used to be of peeping glances,
The windows and dim lights within them!
When I feel the earthy fragrance around me
The fragrance I got so used to,
How far I have traveled from that overwhelming spree!
And still there’s a destination I need to reach to!
When I feel the piercing cold,
In my arms, feet and inner self,
What else remains to unfold?
Now that I have raged a war with myself
When I see the colors ahead of me,
And then the moistened grass, black and green,
How much do I urge to search for peace , may be,
May be go back in a time machine?
When I see in the future, bright and colorful,
Why does it appear so confusing…
When I lean back and look the past, so deceitful,
Perhaps known evils are still so falsely reassuring!
Yet I keep on walking down the new lane,
Its brightness blurring my eyes,
Trying to keep steady and sane,
Before arrival of the final goodbyes.