The Untrodded Path

She, the Wanderer.

In Search of destiny.

well, let her discover,

the so-called tiny

assets close to heart,

not reachable yet,

may sometimes fall apart.

The rise, The fall, she met.

The journey yearned

began when she learned.

Trodded the Untrodded,

pebbles, and leftovers,

ran like as if dreaded

One after another she changed

from baby to woman she became

Unstoppable courage in hiding

barriers to break in search of heaven

boundless determination inside.

The sole traveler she is

path beckoning her 

though tough it is.

Struggling to be alive

resources needed to thrive.

Few angels and devils around

let me face, till death surrounds.

Be the pillar to the weak

may sometimes she needs.

Path untrodden still continues.

with so much husk and hues.