Untimely
in a land unknown
at a time yet not arrived.
Thus, I was born
within the forest of beast and rock.
My heart
in void

started beating.
I abandoned the cradle of reiteration

in a land with no bird, no spring.
My first journey was a return

from the hope-abrading vistas of thorn and sand,
without having gone far
on the inexperienced feet of the fledgeling that was I.

My first journey
was a return.

The vast distance
taught no hope.
Trembling,

I stood on the feet of the novice that was I
facing the horizon ablaze.

I realized that there was no tidings
for in between stood a mirage.
The vast distance taught no hope.
I learnt that there was no tidings:
This boundless

was a prison so huge

that the soul
hid in tears
from shame of impotence.