The Voyage - I Poem by Ankur Beohar

Where am I?
What place could this be,
how far away is this place
what is it's distance from my destiny!

Who lives here?
Who strives to build a life
in this stupendous void
in this conspicuous absence of immensity.

Of the things that I have,
my humility is the greatest chattel
as I lay brick by brick of conviction
on my soul in this sole battle.

Bringing the things I know
Together in this drought of my heart
Baring the truth of my being
gathering knowledge in the primal cart

And, yet again I go,
unaware as to where it would lead me
I am indebted to this journey
As a disciple to a master could be.