Walking through the days and nights,
to the endless horizon,
I see none like me;
the world is weird,
with empty paths and hollow boundaries
and me the only being!
Thirsty, I reach for water,
not a drop anywhere,
hungry, I search for food,
scanty greens of trees and plants,
to flash somewhere.
Walking beside them,
only tirades to travel with!
I realize, I am the only man,
left as a trotter in the globe,
which doesn’t need a map anymore!
I stroll –
besides the canopies of computer heaps,
with peeping glitters of piled up phones,
and the mountains of dreadful weapons.
I run –
past the endless dumped graveyards
dead with unsung diseases;
All from unknown hatred and known wars!
Realize I am the only man
and wander fast to see
a being to be with;
but only to be left as the last man.
I see the comforts of life
built by devotion and sacrifice,
for need and greed, frozen in every street.
The cruising ships still
and staggering in every sea,Cars and buses left packed in every space;
the jets that jutted the busy travel era
zigzagged silent in the large ports;
the empty malls, huts and houses,
the sand less sea sides,
with no lives in them!
I walk with zeal
To find a being on the way,
Through seasons that spelled,
Anew which I never felt:
Snow in summer, heat in winter,
buds in autumn and
Falling leaves in spring….
I walk with zeal
To find a being on the way,
To tell her/him what I see, feel and sense;
But to also find
not scared or worried
in the lost and lonely world.
For,
Worried and scared we are
only with a world of beings around!
Alone, I walk to find a being.
For,
the wealth, joy, love, sorrow, hope or happiness,
has no meaning without sharing.
Language and symbols turn needless,
as I speak to myself,
only with thoughts.
Alone,
we don’t “live” only “exist”,
to the panic and pressures of an alien world.
As the last man to leave this world,
I wish in wane to have a being left,
To sing the story
of the beauty of this world,
not to be faded forever to a lost humanity!