A trodden path
An
anonymous quest
On an
obscure track
Becomes
a trodden path
With
the silent ambiance
Of nature’s
witness
Like
a morning walk
The
space-time’s trap
All substances
in it wrapped
Which
makes me wonder
Whether
it is the result
Of imaginations
of my past
Or the
reflections of
Some
of my mind’s fact
I’m
now enrapt
When
things seem magical
And
those jumbled pieces
Of the
big puzzle
Still
lay intact
The correct
vision required
To look
beyond
That
obscure track
Which
is now a trodden path.
Swati Sarangi
11.08.2015