I was walking barefoot,
I asked the man,
Who came in my way!
Why I was so wrong,
In every step I took.
My inner self is not at peace
Nor is my utmost sense.
He smiled and walked away.
I was surprised,
For I heard about humanity.
My footsteps still wanted
To travel a thousand miles,
My heart wanting
To meet an ear,
Worth listening,
I still shrieked loud,
My story of demise,
I lost the track
To my soul,
My shrieking was a wastage
And so were my footsteps
But they wanted to travel
Travel a thousand miles!
States are as many as people are different as the old man walking away in your dream. Listening to the world as you speak of. The path that you choose in trying to use. Is the path that he walked set before you......iip
A lot like Poe's A Deam Within A Dream. There always is a struggle between what we do in reality and what our subconscious shows us what we still can do. Nice going. Keep on travelling!
Keep walking...the only way to experience things in life...and gain understanding....Very well written Poet....
Life indeed is a journey and every step we take affect our travel. Rich in realism my friend!
A fine piece....reminds me Antove Chekov's GRIEF.........keep writing.....
A fine poem of depression; but subduing to the inevitable fate in this society.All are busy; none ready t hear the other.A good criticism
this world has become a haunting place where every body is scared and terrified due to some unknown reasons. you have depicted correctly the same aloofness of human beings from humans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice. There is heavy meanings in the deeper levels. Personally, I enjoy a poem that has a plain meaning enjoyable for any basic reader and which has other deep levels hidden within. This is just a remark about my preference. Your work is of course a nice one. Kudos.