I must keep walking
I must keep walking on this tree-lined road,
Calm silent banyans yonder the seen east;
The breeze is soft and scented, a fragrant magic,
Songs of the rivulet running in the joy of life;
There’s a fane for village god in shenduri,
His eyes looking beyond the threefold time;
Hence will become valid wonders of idea.
The road reaches the pond of tranquility,
On the hilltop a raised flowering meadow,
Its grass at dawn smiling with pink sweet dew;
Just there on a gleaming patch of red earth
Forging a new path for the body’s deathless soul
Leaps up in mortal birth an orange-gold flame,
Divine Sānkhya willed in intense yogic fire.
27 August 2026
Last line:
Di+vine (trochee) Sān+khya (trochee) willed in (trochee) in+tense (iamb) yogic fire (cretic)
Tolkien’s Song
The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
This is a beautiful calm sonorous octosyllabic, with the simplicity of diction and movement, entering straight into the heart. But then it admits that it cannot say where it is going to lead. That itself is pretty philosophic, asking the reader to let him know its secret destination. Do I have a path to choose and an errand to meet? But I am here for that, and I must discover it. Metrically all the feet are disyallabic making the song easily felicitous..
Last line:
And whit (iamb) + her then? (iamb)I can (iamb) + not say (iamb)

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