Poetry:
Shreeom Rodan
On a Journey
Many have perchance walked
Along this trail on trips
The shoeprints on the dust
Enforce this conviction!
Along a mountain trail
Just the width of a wrist,
The footprints had been deformed
I too was leaving mine,
only to be deformed!
The friend on the lead said
Do not look anywhere else
Walk following my steps
If you turn up or down,
The river, hills and the rocks
Shall all appear horrific
And deter an already worked up trip
But,
To which village can I head for
And the annals of which home can I comprehend
Following someone else's footprint?
