NO TIME TO RHYME

Lost track

And Finding Out the Path

Walking along the path in endless moments Dust, insects, spiders, garbage, all left behind. Lost my way When I came across a new path. No compass, No showing of the sun, No mobile in my pocket. How would I find the direction?

Then, I made a turnaround and Walked quietly back to my home.

Or,

Walking along the path in endless moments Dust, insects, spiders, garbage, all left behind. Lost my way When I came across a new path. No compass, No showing of the sun, No mobile in my pocket. How would I find the direction?

I kept walking, to see what happens.

As I walked, I saw one, two, many squirrels, Singing tunes of a flock of birds, The songs of green, The rusty leaves, The closed doors of houses.

Then I saw people, walking in the street. Were they walking? Or jogging? Or giggling? Damn, my head. Reached to ask, For my destination that I seek.

They laughed and said, “Go back the way you came. Are you looking for your own home?” Gotcha! I lost my way home.

Then, I made a turnaround and Walked quietly back to my home.

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Suntonu Bhadra is a 2020 joined writer in Medium, who loves to learn from surroundings and world wide web. He is a Business Consultant in the profession, a mentor of Sales productivity & a traveler by heart. In his newfound love- ‘Medium’, he is expressing his thoughts and is looking forward to engaging.