Ode On A Traveller Poem by Indranil Bit

In a slanting glory, the yellow rays
Streams in like an affectionate lass
To give a hug and a warm kiss
On the snowy cheeks of the rugged path
The coarse pebbles will no more be cold
Is it a wave off for a glooming day!
The droplets cold on hay less fields
That paints the path on both its side
With season bosoms in a riot of colour
Are all vows to make it a promising day?

Spring! Spring! Spring! Has she come?
Wearing a fancy, red and blue!
Embroidered all over green and gold
With patches of white bear sparky shine
Yielding away creepily to welcome life.
You can spot the fairies out
Flapping their canvas so as to lure
In their eyes, flashes dreams of Hybla
In their heart, cradles a rebellion
Can they make it all an exquisite?

The pebbled path makes all its way
Through the fantasy of this place
It clinches up and rolls down
A silk thread on a chest of pearl!
A cluttering whisper is heard from far
A wooden cart juggles and trots
All its way down the cliff
On its back, carries a stranger
Reluctant to make even a single move
His eyes are still, his heart is cold.

Is he a vagabond or a stranger?
Has he lost his way in the mist?
It hardly matters what you name
To any traveler through this paradise
Such is the magic of its serenity
No one will ever and ever ask
Where his journey begins and is blessed
Where is it destined to be at rest!
Someday you will look up to see
The traveler in you on this very way.

Rush and rush all your way
Grab it all what you can
Praise, honor, fame that upholds you
To garland your name and your soul
Can you carry them all this way?
The rattling of a cart on and on!
To make your path through these pebbles
The fluttering of fairies with adorned wings
Alas my son, are all quest in vain!
Or is it the epitome of a beginning!