THE LONE RANGER

I know what it feels

To walk the path alone

Some well-traversed roads

A few destinations unknown

Through bare, desolate deserts

Across forests overgrown

Mountains capped with snow

Or fields, with paddy grown

Talking to chirping birds

Singing to every stone

Reaping the grim harvest

Of countless turpitudes sown

I know what it feels

       To walk the path alone…….

                                    Anurag