BEWILDERED
A Poem
I stand
on the red road of silt and clay
Which
leads towards the bushes.
A thick
green forest is up ahead,
Where
anxiety of mine me pushes.
With
dusty my clothes and unkempt my hair,
Stand I
confused on the passage.
Nature calls
me to return to its way,
I
receive through air a message.
Gushing
through the trees air comes to me
Carrying
for me the call of the wild,
‘Leave
the rubbish concrete jungle of yours
Come to
nature, whose you’re child.’
‘Hasten!
Hasten! What are you waiting for?’
Asks
the gentle air.
‘Which
direction should I head towards?’
Ask I
in my prayer.
Ahead
is the beauty and lap of nature,
Behind
is the world of unwise.
Should
I return to my home and sleep?
Or let
a new sun in my life arise?
Now I
stand on the untrodden path
More
bewildered than ever,
Whatever
decision I do make now
It will
last long in my life forever.
For it
is not a path in physical state
From
where I can return when I wish.
It’s a
place right within my conscience
My
decision is a net and I am a fish.
One
side must be soothing than the other,
The
other must be tragic and thin.
Let the
winds blow from both the sides,
And watch them instead of fighting within.
An urban
or a hermit, what should I become?
Which
way is eternal and which is hollow?
I sit
on a stone where the jungle starts,
Still
uncertain about the way to follow.
Am I uttering just worthless things?
Have I
gone insane in my brain?
Let me
answer my own questions. For now,
I am
heading towards a foggy lane.
© Asif Uzzaman
