Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
He paddled to a side
On the wet, slippery road
Drenched with rain
In the month of winter
The old shabby coat
The battered hat
The worn-out shoes
And the even older cycle-
None he owned
Yet to him they belonged
Just as he belonged
To the path that never ended
The ride wouldn’t wait
The journey wouldn’t stop
The man wouldn’t pause;
Not unless
The path decided his fate
And put him to rest; in peace.
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This is so meaningful and so deep. Beautiful ...yet again!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jyoti. :)
DeleteAh! and the path's aren't a comfy ride. Good one. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, P. Nope, they aren't comfy at all.
DeleteI like the underlying meaning to the poem. Well written Srivalli
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Namratha :)
DeleteReally deep SR.
ReplyDeleteI especially loved this line - "..Yet
to him they belonged
Just as he belonged
To the path that never ended"
Cheers,
CRD
Thank you so much, CRD. :)
DeleteHeart became heavy. Nice one Srivalli.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, dear. It does at times. :)
DeleteI really felt for him. Once again, excellent Srivalli.
ReplyDeleteN is for ...
Thank you so much, Keith :)
DeleteIsn't that the song of every soul. The body is not ours, the relationships are as much ours as much we are theirs. WE still walk this life and borrow the breaths for life, from death. Brilliant one!
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Thank you so much, Anagha :)
DeleteAnother masterpiece Srivalli.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the essence of Bhagvat Geeta in these few lines-detachment from the material world, focusing on ones actions and not the results and complete surrender of self in the care of the Divine. Like your flute post, this one touches me deeply.
Thank you.
Thank you so much, Arti. <3
DeleteThe path decided his fate...beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Arti :)
DeleteWow, beautiful poem, but not an happy end...
ReplyDeleteN is for Nature
Thank you so much, Frederique. Yes, not a happy ending this time.
DeleteWow so beautifully described the journey of life... In which we own nothing.. Yet we must continue to walk the endless path... Till we rest in peace... Very beautiful lines. I simply love each and every poem of yours :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ira :)
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