Baikuntha R. Acharya
The route has been remodeled,
Cul-de-sacs and avenues added.
The view of the way has changed,
But the nature of the journey remains the same.
To a certain point, someone may accompany,
But beyond that, you must travel alone—
A journey you must continue,
A journey with no point of return.
You may be deluded,
Thinking the journey has a destination,
Believing you’ll enjoy reaching the horizon,
But it is a desert mirage, an illusion.
Yes, human life is a journey,
Unfolding for centuries,
The creature or creator of circumstances—
It is the journey that defines them.
