Come, Walk with me – Version 2

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Sometimes life puts you in a crossroad and makes it quite difficult to choose which way you want to go. Either you go with your gut instinct or you go with what others say. It is a choice that is to be made one way or the other.

I was a lonely traveler,
walking the path,
that no one never dares to,
that no one never dreams;

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
taking me where the path took me,
taking me where the wind blew me to,
I wandered like a long lost traveler;

many a times,
I was lost,
many a times,
I was wounded;

still determined,
to carry on,
I pushed myself,
to continue;

I never looked left,
I never looked right,
like a bridled horse,
I only looked straight and carried on,
on and on and on;

until one day,
the path i was so long travelling,
led me to a cross-road;

I thought the path I was in,
was mine and no one else would be here,
it was my little secret path,
or so I assumed;

now standing in front me,
with an outstretched hand,
stood a stranger,
in the middle of cross-road;

an outstretched hand,
with a sign,
“come, walk with me”;

I stand here on the edge,
confused,
perplexed,
I stood still,
wondering;

do i stop here?,
do i go back?,
or do i go forward and walk the path with the stranger;

I stood there,
looking at the sign,
that says,
come, walk with me;

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The poem was originally written and published on Jul 26, 2008. It was updated on Jan 11, 2021.