On my way, one dreary morn
To a place, of little import
I came across, a traveller, lorn
My company, who, ventured to court
Exuding a demeanour, gently polite
And seeming, to be headed my way
I promptly expressed, with keen delight
“I’ll tread along, until I may!”
Soon my choice, proved itself wise
For my spirits were stirred, galore
Exulting in laughter, lamenting in sighs
As we talked, of life and lore
When the Sun, prepared to set
There arose, a fork in the road
Where the traveller, halted and said
“Farewell friend, yonder’s my abode”
As we parted, within, I sensed pain
And a wish, for a chance meeting, grew
But, never would I see the traveller again
In my heart, I already knew
- Kartik Shastry
