MY WAY

 

Where

None other than a wondering calf

Had reached

The track has almost vanished

 

But there,

There are signs of

Two tracks diverging

 

One showed faint footprints

The other had no marks

 

Cause it was unmarked

It dragged my feet

 Step by step

 

Let me look at the path I left

Its twists and turns

Its grades and slopes

 

Had I taken that

This perhaps would have disappeared

That was not to be

This was my way.

 

Original poem “Don Waata” in Marathi from” Saangaati” written Aug 1960

 

Rendered in English by Ullas

25 March 2006

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