Can love exist on the back of a pack mule?
Occasionally resting to drink in the hopes of a dream
Exhausted and weary, dreary the journey
Thirsting unperturbed with no in-between
Travelling light with a heavy conscious
Hasten the pace, a quick spur of the mule
Within this small package lies something precious
And, the baggage it brings belongs only to you
Wide vision and broadmind is enough to walk a long long time in the narrow path it dosen`t effect, nice job.
Though it is narrow, it is everything! This narrow path of human life is beautifully penned! Nice work.
Nice piece of conscious-craft with word-art. Yes, a narrow path but if relativity applied...the narrowness expands so wide...seems to be a drink not only exhaust-maker. It also can carry us piercing the galaxy throughout a single night. Good poem. 10++++ Regards, pranab
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I would like to translate this poem
Great penning :) I really enjoyed reading this one. Thanks for sharing.