In this labyrinthine strange world of thine, <br />Of lanes and bye-lanes, I may make or miss <br />The path that leads me right, the path of bliss, <br />Which, when I choose hurdles seem to line <br />Up; to my left deceit and doubt hinder, <br />Compelling me to turn where I’d ere gone, <br />Or worse, stand still clueless my acts to mourn, <br />In doubt if to right goes graver blunder. <br /> <br />Embarrassed of embarking on many <br />A mistaken lead, burnt fingers, tired toes, <br />I’ve a self-taught lesson learnt uncanny: <br />Paths but paths are; one scarce right or wrong goes, <br />Whatso the core of inner cord may shake, <br />Simple or not, straight or not, aught one take. <br />______________________________________________________ <br /> -Sonnets | 29.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paths-mere-paths-be/
