BEWILDERED (a poem)

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