I once had a friend, an eager miser,
Who flew amid feelings, not often wiser.
Though he had a random idea inside,
“What if, I went on a trek outside?”
His memoirs, a sting, still lay unwounded.
His veins of glee had remained occluded.
His funny bone frozen, wits meanly muted.
A jaunt to clean head, was superbly suited.
I repressed the whirls inside him to ease.
Then again, his burning pain had to seize.
But decided by doom, trekker duo not solo.
We played ‘Marco’, our journey's end; ‘Polo’!
Neither dark, nor the light stood our rival,
But what we found; trajectories of the tribal.
With history restated, settings monumental,
What lay at the end was an ancient temple.
Dazed by the beauty, our acuities in amaze.
But Virgil augured; “There is plentiful to gaze”.
We ventured a Virgin’s lair, forgetting our trace,
Lost in the wild, an entranced empire; ‘Thrace’!
A valley dim & dark, stemming serpentine creeks.
We conquered fright, to conquer its peaks.
It chanted the tale of crimson crags yonder;
As we roved upon the hulking nests of ‘Condor’!
“Ahead the river, just beneath the mountain,
There once breathed a lonely fountain.
It fenced stirring creatures’ aquamarine,
And eloquent water, vibrant & serene…”
Night grassed upon, as Virgil crooned the legend,
Daylight became a ladder, for darkness to ascend.
As hills behind the trees made a midnight spire,
Now, thus was the moment, to flash a lively fire.
Progressive but meander, a hissing flame,
That kept aside the shaded night in shame.
Moonshine crushed the shadow of silence,
And leashed the lethal of hollow violence.
Solitary scream! Abruptly the silence broke.
Many followed the hint, in a breath’s stroke.
The fire & forest, turned to a ritual ground,
As we were the prey of the nightly hound.
The ritual ended in Nature’s breeding garden,
With a soused sleepy ride, ceding us pardon.
As the visions broke, hushing squeals nocturnal.
“Begin once more”. It was the diurnal carnival.
Left were the lands. Kept were the secrets untold.
Sands turn splendor, when Nature starts to mold.
Inspired by the tinker gales, mind & soul to follow.
Now the glyphs sing ‘Marco’, in the legend of ‘Polo’!
