There was a man
A man that walked
He walked and didn’t slow
So very curious
So very serious
He walked so straight a road
There was a road
The road he walked
Partly dusty partly cold
So very worn out
So very sold out
The road that the man owed.
This man was plainly dressed
A coat a shirt
A top hat so bold
Pants to match
Shoes that scratched
As the tall man walked his road
There was no time
No stopping no sighing
The passers by all stared
Some wondered
Some pondered
But onwards his journey he bared
There were his prints
Some deep and cut
Some hardly met the mud
His walk had pain
His walk was stained
Yet on and on he trud
The road got wet
The road did sweat
Many a man it bore
It didn’t judge
It didn’t budge
The road had his man aboard
The man got surer of his way
Speeding and slowing his pace
His walk had heart
His walk was art
A story being weaved in his ways
There was a coat
The coat he wore
Such deep pockets it had
Full of memory
Full of Treasury
But walking was all he planned
There was a place
The place he desired
Did he know where it was
A road does bend
A road must end
His trust was in his walk
There was Me
There was him
I couldn’t see his face
So very curious
So very serious
I was walking his walk in his grace
There were seasons
Seasons with Suns
All came and bid farewell
No more wonder
No more questions
We were together in this walk of hell
There was a step
And the step had another
As we struggled to keep up the wind
Our feet weary
Our time dreary
The walk was finding its end
There was desire
Before the fire
Would blow out, I needed to know
Our last step
Our last breath and
Our eyes finally met.
The man was me
I was the man
Who walked the road and why.
The road was dear
Never really clear
But I never saw myself and I.
There was the road
The same old road
Leading more to where they choose
Some walk with love
Most walk to walk
But few will see the views.
There was a man
A man that walked
This so directional man
So very curious
So very serious
Will you recognize him in time if you can.
Manaswi Mishra 