A lonely wanderer

Across lonely streets

Has neither friends

nor enemies


He walks and walks

Not knowing when

The road of life

Comes to an end


He trots as long

As his legs can bear

He trots as far

As his eyes can stare


And that seems to be

like infinity and

his eyes thirst

for a million lands


That stretch their arms

For him to hold

And he makes one

And many a bold


Steps towards his

Destiny; a tryst

that comes to him

With many a twist


Along the winding

unpredictable myth

The much cherished road

Of life and death


-Akanksha Gupta


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