A Journey

 

As the journey across this rugged terrain,

Dotted with hills and vales, with joys and sorrows,

Seems endless and enchanting, on this bewitched train,

(Little does it occur to me) – Each passing moment brings me closer to my journeys end.

 

Caught up in this snarl – an excuse for a living,

I let slip by me, my most precious years,

I slumbered as the train moved across verdure valleys,

Unmindful of precious time thrown away.

 

Remorse did fill me when greenery gave way to mature thickets,

To prehistoric ferns, rising skyward, protecting the species around,

To trees that formed the essential part of the wood,

I slumbered still. It had become my second nature.

 

I was jolted out of my slumber when a withered branch brushed past me,

The landscape had given way to naked trees weathered by years of exposure,

Some crumbled even as I rubbed my eyes,

Was this the journey’s end? My anguished mind asked!

 

As I empty my being of days, months and years,

Where have I lost those grandiose and magnificent dreams,

Wither the majestic moment of beatified life?

Were they mere phantoms of inspired grey cells?

 

- Rit -