PERHAPS one night this tranquil sleep may break <br />With profoundest sigh such dream be shattered with the jerk awake <br /> <br />Around the ascent of nascent dawn <br />This hollowness inside may surely spawn <br /> <br />I shall wake then, begin to walk, <br />My morning sun does not abandon dark <br /> <br />To start from this city of joy in nigh on slumber, <br />Who knows what the journey for enjoyment be <br /> <br />Alongside this lane, the loneliest roads I have crossed, <br />One by one, <br />I am bestowed by the tiniest of paths, <br />Its greeting is mine <br /> <br />These fields of rice! These villages green! <br />Ah! All will be gone. <br />My heart travels lonely, unsung <br /> <br />As I may cross so many a hill, ravine, and forest, <br />Yet mountains of snow are my only garment <br /> <br />Until I reach the lake <br />May I? <br />To take a breath! <br />Such gratitude mine at its depth <br />So profound my feeling <br /> <br />Then, and then only, shall I see what I am, <br />I may be lonely, yet then, only then, <br />Shall I start to fathom. <br />This! <br /> <br />Shamik Bose 28th April 2010 <br /> <br />Edited and proof corrected by Jens Duffy<br /><br />Shamik Bose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traveller-11/
