Mid-Way

By Priyendra Kishore Dutta

I am not bothered with acceptance, I do not owe you my bread.

I anyhow defied your navigators when I chose my road ahead.

Or so I love to think, for defiance is always so irresistible itself.

The road less travelled is so mystic but does it assure of help?

“God helps those who help themselves”, every-time they said.

I stood confused, is it then to myself that I should have prayed?

I swear I tried my best to listen to the eulogized proverbial heart.

But unfortunately, either I am deaf or my heart is mute and inert.

The deaf may be stranger to the sound but can still see the light.

I needed a glimmering beacon that would shine my path bright.

I wonder, then why, though I craved, I never spotted that fire!

May be I was so full of myself that no guide I was ready to admire!

Do I hide my defiance behind my arrogance? Did I take the right turn?

Mundane success or enigmatic individuality, for what do I really yearn?

The questions wrap around the air as I tend to lose my path mid-way.

Without trying both, which path is less traveled by, who am I to say!

By Priyendra Kishore Dutta