Alone on road

And I can see forth me,
the curves on the lonely path,
twisted like a serpent still,
but I proceeded disregarding the aftermath.

Wet in rain,
dwindling at gloomiest of haze,
although beautiful, yet suspicious,
and so obscure, there’s nothing to gaze!

Walled from left and right,
all along the road’s arc,
with trees and shrubs,
That appear more black than green in this dark.

The small and steep slopes of sand,
that edge the very way,
over them they grow, old and wise,
without any fear or dismay.

Then comes a howling blizzard,
carrying along the mist and cold,
poking them like needles so sharp,
I try hard to not to let-go off it –
My only ally: the umbrella I hold.

Hustles me away like a sand grail,
on this slippery passage making me fall,
this mountain squall puts me in this situation!
In need of help I am, but there’s no one to call…

While from front the shrubs can’t protect me,
they do so from the side.
So hard it is to go and clench upon even a trunk,
For the road is so cruelly wide!