When the traveler has chosen to deviate
From the path of truth
The bright light will become weak
Eventually the aura of life will dwindle
Leaving a smouldering wick
Filling the soul with cloud of smoke
Nebulous vision cannot see further
Moments of neglect and no compassion
Leaving a beggarly heart
The fine fabric of life has become threadbare
A shivering traveler with weakening will
Legs cannot carry the burden anymore
Its the forlorn path driven by lies
A bold dream has turned into a nightmare
Life has transformed into a sepia hue
The traveler is surrounded by silence and loneliness
There comes a time for repentance
But life is not willing to forgive
The wayward traveler has broken many hearts
Now drowning in their tears of remorse and pain
The traveler has deviated from truth
Left to wander alone without any hope©
Amitav Chowdhury 
Wonderfully realized poem, suffused with an ineffable sadness.
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You interpreted the sentiment of the poem wonderfully. Thank you.
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