Poetic Narrative:

My path leads me,

On towards the river’s run and blades of green.

An ever searching and ever moving quest,

For fertile lands and faces friendly.

For glancing back I recollect on memories made,

And moments with friends that now fade.

As life beckons out to me,

I turn to face the survival destined by she.

Under rounded prints I must move forward,

On this meaningful march of mine.

© Mahdhav Sarna