Lone Traveler

Lone traveler A journey that only once last, From birth to death a unique cast. We cross million milestone on our way, Sometimes with purpose, or to escape our dismay. For so many faces, we come through; Some memories or experience that just outgrew. But even though with a lot around; A traveler is still alone, world ward bound. Because for all we may face or suffer, Its ourselves who learn, or may makes us tougher. Nature’s beauty, God’s creation, Human sarcasm, a routine visualization. None left forbidden with this irony of life, Every now and then, may discover that nostalgic vibe. Scrutiny of his journey, accomplished by himself, Inference drawn, enforced on oneself. Life is a journey, as they may say; Between truth and lies, the traveler sways. Time comes when high road is taken, Time comes when its dealt low. People may vary with ups and down, But on genuine path, a traveler is lone. None phases of life left spared, For we may believe on that, “one” handler, Miles to go, long road to cover, By, ‘us’ the, “lone traveler”. PRATEEK SHUKLA