Untamed tracks 

Image credit: Kevin Walsh and Caty Pham


Untamed tracks
left in the unploughed field,
its sunny edge lined with a misty wood,
not a soul standing around
anywhere on this wistful, abandoned ground,
From here till the faraway cluster of trees
not a shadow thinks it fit
to wallow in this loneliness to follow the tread
of the remote sun who never bothers to leave his footprints behind.

And these wild tracks in the mud
narrate a story of a traveller who went by night
carrying a burden of sorrow
too heavy to bear,
too precious to be left behind.
A grey narrative penned in the ink of tears
the page is still redolent of the moisture
the weight of gloom the heart couldn't carry.

I have copied the words, too hazy to be read
even in the brightest sun.
I must tarry no longer;
my feet are aching,
the wind, hot and sultry
is already scorching my skin.
The untamed tracks may have chosen not to speak
the story that the night was told when the field was quiet and cold.