Walk, walk, walk together

Walk with the questions

yet to find an answer

Walk with the song

without a roof

Walk with the pitcher

whose river has vanished

Walk with the last leaf

of the felled tree

Walk with the consonants

of the proscribed poem

Walk with the blood

from the stab-wound

Walk, walk, along the shade

between the hare and the grass;

through  the fire

between the word and its meaning

Walk in red with the sun’s dreams

Walk in black with the moon’s solitude

Walk against the wind’s direction

Walk across the water’s flow

Walk, walk,

from death to life

with a palette of colours

You are the sculptor

and you, the sculpture

Stop, and you will fall

Walk without a pause

like the Buddha leaving for Gaya

like  Jesus climbing  Calvary

like the Prophet flying to Medina

like Gandhi marching to Dandi.

Walk, walk on,

never look back.

Walk