Journey, Reward Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

I am walking the rocks
Pointed, underneath my pelting feet
And the pebbles have hardened
Barefooted, in a passage

I must define the end
Of a dream, that is yet to mark
Its rootless existence,
Or of preparations
As opportunities unwind,

I must meet
With baited breath
The sullen need of what counts
The journey is the reward

I am avoiding the rush
As the hurry mounts
For an end
That is just a passing entreaty