The Path Unknown

Picture Source: Mainak Das

I’d known the path I wish
I’ve had been bestowed;
The path, which I've had never thought would walk:
The unknown, jagged path,
I nurse now, is merely the path I walk,
Has become wonted!

I wish I could divert,
And, walk on alien one.
Howbeit, I can’t:
I can’t, for I have grown roots in this soil,
And, I move where my roots take me.

I’m not weary.
But, I’m overstrung,
For, the way ahead is not known.
My roots take me wheresoever
I’m meant for.

Now, that I’m not queer to this way,
Nor does it,
I’ve unfolded my branches,
Stretched apart:
The gust of wind birches me,
Titillating me sometimes,
Sometimes- dashes:
Don’t I dare move,
Weening about the birds nested between
My bows and leaves,
For they are- life to me!

And, I- walk the path unknown.

Copyright © Subham Srivastava

Picture Courtesy: Mainak Das


  1. This is beautiful. <3
    This just reminded me how, when we take a wrong path, and Just can't step back, when we realise that it's the wrong one.
    We've grown roots into that path.

    Wonderfully symbolic. And relatable.
    Keep writing.

    1. i did not mention anything about taking any wrong path. Actually, the poem is about the path, which has chosen you; to accept is as it is and, walk on its flow.

      By the way, thanks for the compliment.

  2. Shubham,

    I am not a great lover of poems but this one is very nice and beautiful lines are written.

    Thanks for sharing.

    1. I understand. And, thanks for the compliment.

  3. It's really wonderfull...
    Well written .... Hope you write more like this:)... Thanks for giving us such a true message

  4. Lovely bro ,
    I really loved the idea you wished to communicate :)
    The 4th stanza was really well written :)
    Keep up the good work .

    1. Thank you. Thanks a lot.

      I'm glad that you like it.

  5. Lovely lines... very meaningful... keep it up :) <3

  6. It hasn't happened to me yet. But I realize with certain experiencs that when the fear of failure vanishes and when one starts to enjoy moments instead of milestones one starts embracing his path. A wrong one or a right one, a path taken is a path enjoyed when one becomes a zen of the moment.

    Loved your poem.


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