Traveller On The Road Poem by Quame Boatmann

As I walk on the silent road
Weary of this long restless journey
A journey along the dry desert
Though endless as eternity
Still I walk

But the betrayal of my members
Halts my effort
Feet are annoyed, heart is dwindling
Water is quenched by the burning sun
No bread
And slowly the desert sucks my life
But up ahead the way
Stood a gigantic tree
With a lonely fruit of apple
Was that one left for my sake?

Now my soul’s strength is renewed
The heart gets strong
And the feet is convinced

Up there on a branch, it hanged
The fruit of my salvation
Swinging gracefully in the air
As the tree dance to the tune of the winds
Its greenish body reflecting with poise
The rays of the sun
As it enjoys the breeze of the dry wind

It trembles at the touch
Of wry withered fingers
For the sake of the morrow,
I will cut into two

Maggots!
Ugh!
Black rotten inside
Oh how perilous is this disappointment!