By Accident

By Accident In life`s inner journey we seldom tread Along verdant vales bordered with flowers But often along winding ways we dread, At times on tracts with thorns amidst showers, In the depth of our heart sensing the need For a sagacious sage to guide our creed. Such a rare bird we struggle hard to find Like a blue moon in a silvery sky: With the wretched walls of our wetted mind Feeling lost in a labyrinth up high In a tangled tortuous maze of thoughts We try to untie ropes twisted with knots. Distraught with dark despair we may settle, After steady sincere surrogate search, For him who is far from the ideal Who may quit us in arena of lurch To fare on our own in the thick of life, To administer our own inner strife. Stumbling on the rightful guide for ourselves Can sprout out of our blissful destiny A miracle to raise our inner self A fortuitous act of honesty Destined to enlighten our sincere soul A blessed accident carved in our scroll.