To The Pyre Poem by shubhen bhandare

The lonely road takes me nowhere,
Nor do the byroads promise hope,
The sun fails to guide me,
The moon betrays my friendship,
The stars twinkle mischievously,
Towards darkness I set forth,
In search of light that isn’t there,
To every stone that looks at me,
With an innate sense of pity,
To the tree that laughs with the wind,
Making sneering noises at me,
I swerve not from the forces to be,
Trivial impediments to my march,
Walk I must for there are miles to go,
Until I make my own destination.