Traveler of Destiny
The emerald forest uniquely mystique,
shrouded by the serene seclusion screen,
the aura of surreal stillness it spreads,
envelops me as I wander.
The rippling breeze beguiling,
engrosses with its charming cadence
my essence lost in the wilderness,
getting suffused with the nectar of rhapsody.
I walk on the fawn forest path
in the shadow of the ancient trees,
shedding the wilted ochre leaves
at the end of their verdant time.
My footsteps crumple the pile,
make the music of aloneness
for my beleaguered journey within,
I am yet to finish.
At the sunset hour ticking away,
I saunter out of the forest
toward the horizon of obscurity,
to the timeless sanctum of serenity.
In the final flash of the twilight tinge,
I walk the last mile
on the remnant time-track of life,
as the forlorn traveler of destiny.
December 13, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No. 54
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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