Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane This enigmatic lane- I’ve walked long. And now I see Only barren lands, A mere setting sun, And a vague horizon. I turn to look back Along this enigmatic lane. And then I see Those umpteen vicissitudes, Those sudden meanders, Those familiar turns, Those abrupt detours. Down this enigmatic lane, There have been Many a rich meadows, Many a bleak wastelands, Millions of pompous marches, Millions of disconcerting dirges, Several comforts of love, Several cruelties of reclusion. Along this enigmatic lane I may no longer tread, for- As I now halt, I ponder- Perpetuation has always been The ruse of fleeting phases, And what worth has it been To walk this enigmatic lane.