I walk the lonely trail,
Sun beating down on my head,
Cool breeze caresses and
Dries the sweat trickling down my face,
There suddenly in the middle of the
Sun baked trail,
I find myself,
Bare naked in my clothes,
My soul revealed for a fleeting moment.
Alas, I forget Frost, and
Shun the path less traveled,
Eternity beckons, but
The well marked trails lead me home;
My soul waits for another day.
Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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So you decided the take the well traveled road. You will still find some ventures along the way, but the amazing ones are on the road less traveled. Great poem.
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What to do? The honey pot was calling Winnie the Pooh 😀.
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He is on the active road all right. Most everybody knows him.
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😀😀
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Well written. We all do the same at different moments in life. I believe a time has to come for most happenings in life.
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Thank you so much.
I struggle with the thought that everything is predestined.
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I think we should do our best . I cannot imagine leaving everything to God or to fate. We should try our level best . Somethings are not in our hand.
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Yes.
Thank you.
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