My first poem-I alone.

                                                      

I alone

ignorant of the way:

On the path of life,

with a caravan of dream

Move on.

The storm rising on the way;

scattered the dreams away.

Again

with a will together;

them together.

I alone

Trade on the solitary land;

Sometimes,

Along the murmuring stream of passion;

Sometimes,

preaching the sorrowing woods

On the way

offering all the dreams.

I alone

with the ray of hope:

On the dark path;

En candle   the lamps of Hope

Fill all the hearts with mirth;

move on.

And  

determined to make my own

the agony of others.

I alone

Carrying sweet smell of livings;

make the path sweet scented'

Having goal world

to all fragrance scatter on.

Desirous of sweeping away

the woos of Earth.

I alone 

Ignorant of destination;

On my way 

Move on

I alone.

I alone.

( This is my first poem - I wrote it when I was in 12th -I don't my this effort is in right path or I should stop writing poem in English.I need your comment to know about my writings.Waiting for your reaction.Veena Sethi.)