JOURNEY’S END

No sprout did I see
Along the asphalt road
That I trudged.
But you narrate stories of bushes and birds
And tall trees and hedge crickets
Luscious fruits and flowers and vines
I don’t refute it
Surely, you can’t be wrong.

Gasping for breath
Perspiring
I ran on and on
Picking up pebbles and stuffing
My pockets and bags and baskets
You talk of the blubbering babes
You speak with glee in your eyes
Of the blush on the maiden cheeks
You fall into ecstasy
Describing the ambling clouds
Floating over hills and dales
I don’t refute it
You can’t be wrong

My gaze was fixed on pebbles
No song passed through my years
Nor did anybody sob
Resting his head on my shoulders
No dream stirred my soul
I ran and walked and walked and ran
Still pebbles pebbles and more pebbles
Weighed down weary dazed
I came to my journey’s end