He walks alone,
Not a soul to aid him,
Through unseen valleys and fogged mountain fronts,
His Body aches,
His Legs ache,
He wished for someone to quell or to take,
His Pain away.
He Wonders why he chose this path,
Rugged and dusty,
Filled with darkness and wrath,
As White clouds in the Sky,
Look down upon him,..
‘What of a cloud without rain?
What of a life without pain?
What of a sky without stars?
What of a life without scars? ‘
He Walks. alone.
Photographed by – Aarthi Shankaran