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Path

This short poem has shown about our journey of life with the path...

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Clouds float across the sky,

floating on swaying rice.

The path is tilted,

Draws in its own way.

All words lost in a sweet tone,

The risk of drawing in black is color today in its own color.

The talk was when the mind was bored to go back,

The desire to be alone was the wind,

The wing was the mind alone.

The path mates match the path,

The path knows the new path,

When night comes at the bend of the path,

The path shows the new day.

On the way, Someone new is alone in the house,

And the flame of light burns.

Forget the path is dark...


© 2021 Dipankar Mondal

Comments

Dipankar Mondal (author) from West Bengal, India on April 21, 2021:

Yes, me too...

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on April 21, 2021:

Yes, interesting. I like Brenda's interpretation.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 20, 2021:

Interesting poem.

It sounds like one has left on a journey for a new life leaving one behind in the dark.

Yet care enough to remind them the path is not dark...there is always a dim candle lit.

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