Poem By Khurshid Alam

I took just a few steps
And the road ended
I took a stride
And the path finished
I measured the fields
And the land locked
The world is so small!

And then I began on the journey
The roads lasted without an end
I took strides
But the paths never crossed
I came across the fields
To touch the horizon
It seemed bowing at a distance
Above always
I tried and tried
It has no ending!
The world is so vast!

Published in ken* again Fall 2009 (Vol.10, No.3) (Oct-Dec)

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