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 Wataa "
from " Sangaati "
English rendering by Ullas
October 2003