Wherever I Had To Step Poem by Neeraj Sarang

Away from the village, cross the higher hills
Where the river and the waterfalls not near
Here is my before their cultivation
Flowers of fear and doubt in mind bloom

No longer path, only sand the sand
No sign at all of any post
Distance to go somewhere after the village
Is possible to return to same farm?

Path formations in desert automatically
Wherever I had to step
Who said I'm going to forget
Who knows what happened to farming

Versatility in mind, no doubt, will be built
Ending journey that day, seemed to me
But I had only been tried
Where they were staying, I went there too