The way without a way.
The road has been wide in parts
Narrow in others
Clear in some
Unclear in others
Narrow in some to the extent the path disappeared
And wide in others so much so that the path became obscure.
My enemies were there along the way
Where it narrowed
And where it widened
Like apparitions
Blending with trees and bushes
My friends too
And sometimes i could not tell friend from foe.
I have come to realise
It is not necessarily the wide path which will get me there
Neither will it be the narrow one
It may not be the clear path
Nor the path you are not sure about
The best way may be that unique way
The way without a way.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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