The Trail I Travel

Some green; some grayish; some dark or brownish, Grass-filled; grass-less; some portions clam clownish; Ups-downs; zigzags; clumpy, ghastly, scary, Beasts-like fringes clinging to dark aerie... Herbs, shrubs, trees, climbers, creepers... in kinship, Growing, like horses uncontrolled by whip; Thorns, amidst wild daisies, as though saying, Life, here, is no foolproof; it's tough weighing... These cattle seem to prove dwellers nearby, Cowboys, shepherds or nomads passing-by; Birds of feathers, as though safe reserve found, Seem settle amid fear from harsh wild hound... Mountaineers and hunters, hike here-and-there, Single-minded; their pursuit well aware; Amid saints-looking thieves and burglars, walk, With no fear within; chalk or block of knock... Rocks are rough, tough; in some places soft, though, I go on; though, sometimes, extremely slow; Soil slips; stones crumble; feet fail to proceed, Creatures breeding beneath dry leaves, sting-treed... Sun is seen sometimes; hidden other times, Moon and stars seem attuning to old rhymes; Fogs, mists, ice and snows, as per, seasons change, From cliffs I glimpse many a mountain range... People accompany; yet, there's no crowd, Someone from somewhere seem calling aloud; Amid humans I'm, often, lone exile, I know, yet, I should walk many a mile... Though strange, all seem to give me company, Each move of mine is in God's custody; Fast or slow, goal of my life, I'll fulfill, This trail will turn my voyage, full of thrill… Though seem trackless my trail is not reckless, Pure, fragrant breeze blowing here is speckless; Each grass grows, here, is full of friendliness, Nature cuddles all, in complete kindness... The trail I travel, O friends, is holy, Vistas around, are perfect and lovely; Each glimpse I glance and clasp so zealously, It's foretaste of all that is heavenly...! 16 February 2022