The little wanderer crawled on the earth
A living world bloomed within him after his birth
Radiant and alone like the sun
A dream has just begun
Long paths held no claim on his heart
The presence is the purest art
Now the little wanderer will run on his feet
His steps will crush every grain of the land
The tender roots of flowers will burn by his fleet
The lonely sun will be surrounded by stars in the sand
The paths stare at him—he is cursed to walk
That little palm, where the shadow of his world once nested
A dream once lost in dreams was vested
He cried in unfamiliar laps
The small flower has grown poisonous thorns in its wraps
The echo of giggles no longer reaches the butterflies
The garden’s presence has turned to ash
Wings of butterflies have been torn and scattered
He gazes at those moments of slash
The song of their flight and all the beauty was shattered
The shadow once in his palm now floats forever in the garden’s river
The garden is lost forever
He runs, chasing the lost fragrance of the garden
His steps crush the dried blooms they scream of his burden
He smiles returns to his little world holds nothing
The fire in his breath burns everything.
The little wanderer is frightened and runs far away
He lost in flow and walked away
About the Creator
Karan w.
Writer || Poet || Author
Author of "The Resonance–Two Together-Lost Forever
All worlds collapse the moment they touch the ground of reality—worlds I once created. Yet I find my bliss in the dissolution of my creations
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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Comments (5)
Loved the imagery and emotion of this poem. This was my favorite line: The echo of giggles no longer reaches the butterflies Absolutely heartbreaking.
A short story in as poem - loved it Sk. Repeating "the little wanderer' kept it grounded to the story line.
This was so heartbreaking and I felt so sad for him. Loved your poem!
It’s deep and vivid, like I could see the whole thing play in my head. It has this quiet sadness that lingers after reading.
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