A HERMIT'S HYMN

A HERMIT’S HYMN

Walking down a path unknown;

My bare feet scorched;

But humming a song;

The path dark and gloomy, it wasn’t torched.

Stumbling over gentle stones and massive rocks;

Trembling with fear, I kept humming the song;

Unwary, I kept stepping with confidence;

A Hermit’s journey it was, no voices no throng.

Then I stepped on a hallowed ground;

There was an echo of laughter;

And a mesmerizing tune from the harp;

But there too was a crook and a grafter.

The space so amusing, it was surreal;

But life is never so fair;

So I walked along a convergent path;

My ambition clear, pumped with flare.

My ambition fulfilled, but I wanted more;

The fierce flare in my eyes, ;

The foci I had to outscore;

Never to perish like snow, neither deplore.

-ARUN DEV KUMAR