[This poem was broadcast on AIR, Hyderabad, Yuva Vani on 23rd July 1978]
All my life
I’ve walked
On this rocky path – alone.
But how I laughed when the thorns hurt!
How I loved those deep scars on my feet!
Every time I stumbled,
Every time I fell,
I got up in triumph.
My steps became more confident,
There was more hope,
Just because you,
Yes, you
Were the destiny of my pilgrimage;
For I was your pilgrim.
Then,
When I was so near my destiny
—–only one step,
then I lost it!
The thorns bring tears now,
The scars bring pain.
Every time I stumble,
Every time I fall,
Only dust rises.
My courage ebbs, and despair remains.
Yet I go on.
My pilgrimage has no end;
For I desire to lose myself,
Where I lost you;
In the labyrinth of life
————or was it death?