A Trodden Path

An anonymous quest

On an obscure track

Becomes a trodden path

With the silent ambiance

Of nature’s witness

Like a morning walk

The space-time’s trap

All substances in it wrapped

Which makes me wonder

Whether it is the result

Of imaginations of my past

Or the reflections of

Some of my mind’s fact

I’m now enrapt

When things seem magical

And those jumbled pieces

Of the big puzzle

Still lay intact

The correct vision required

To look beyond

That obscure track

Which is now a trodden path.