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.)
