Journey Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

Morning was bright
and brighter were his men
after many a twist and turn,
he was born,
when the vagrant cloud
took westward turn

now he moves
like a whizzing train
to cover as much distance as he can
no time to stand and wait
to count every pain or gain
but savours life like a beer-can

no time he has to wait and watch
this boisterous earth
unleashing beauty of worth
at every twist and turn-
the hamlet, the city,
the park, the children,
when before his eyes
brightly they align
and at a barter of love
enough affection they churn

before they're painted
on the canvas of his brain
all pass away
like an apparition
and fall prey to the monster oblivion

between the morning and sunset
with every twist and turn
none but he moves
like a whizzing train
to reach at the destination
before, the sun sets
at the western horizon.

© P. K. Panda, Odisha, India.