My mother always wants me at
home in the everything though
it is difficult to leave her
If I don’t travel then my thoughts
won’t be strengthened, because
travel teaches to resist
When I travel I could find myself
in a different way because a
new silence goes with you
Over the mountains of the moon
and the valley of the shadow
the night kindly falls.
There was no spark of light in town
but I leave home and I look down
to travel in moon light
Two roads diverged in a forest and
I could not travel both but I look
down and took long road
While singing song I had travelled
long and I crossed a motorbike
with a dog strapped to its seat
I had travelled where the golden
apples grow and sometimes I sat
on the town street to take rest
There are too many waterfalls here
and the crowded streams hurry
and rapidly down to the sea
The pressure of so many clouds on
the mountaintops but the clouds
continue to keep travelling,
It was on the road that I experience
what is the true freedom in
the journey of initial life
~ Bhupesh Chandra Karmakar
New Delhi, India