My Quest

All the roads lead to the same destination,
But I seek the path less taken;
The green grass urges my desperation,
but my resolve, strong as a rock, stays unshaken.

As I mimic the fast flowing stream,
Cutting hard rocks to make its mark;
I chase my mad passionate dream,
Hurt and hungry and naked stark.

Being pushed to conformity, like the river,
Flowing calmly, serene, secure but shallow;
I search my piece of land forever,
As the light at the tunnels' end beacons me to follow.

I feel the yearning, the need, getting stronger,
For the day I stop feeling it, I'll be no longer.

Rustam Sengupta