A Poem: Turn-Points

We don’t always know which road to take, although we perceive your face at every bend. The way unclear, slowly reveals to our eyes, so slow to discern, that which-ever option we choose to take, even that of staying put, you always wait for us with utmost courtesy. As though we didn’t have time to … More A Poem: Turn-Points

A Poem: The Road

I was afraid that the road was too narrow. That myself and my load could not together pass. Then I was afraid it might in fact be too wide. That I would turn in circles and miss the landmarks. I was afraid it might at times give out. That what I believed was a road … More A Poem: The Road