Is it the long path getting narrower?
Or my inability to gauge the former?
Shrouded in vagueness of the path taken.
Wrapped in fog, vision unclear, faken.
Whims and fancies of a smoky mind,
Unaware of what’s taking at the hind.
Where I started? There! With the majority,
Walked to the crossroads, with my fraternity,
Separate in paths, now I’m all alone,
Walking endlessly in the dark, unknown.
Specks of little light take in part,
Anyhow limbs tiring, with dying heart.
Where I’ll end? To the dead end of this path,
I know not clearly in my lasting faith.
But wherever I do stop, with my rot,
Hope to find a rainbow, at the spot…..
©Aashi D Parekh.