A traveller’s tale

There was once a traveller

Though young but sad

Some questions from life

Somehow he had….

As dusk drew in he lost his way

And losing his sight he went astray

Cursing the dark with the onset of fright

If there was something to do he thought he might

But darkness had taken his vision away

And had left him alone with deep dismay…..

As aimlessly he walked hither and tither

An old man he found carrying a pitcher

He was heading to the river that ran not far

The young man was wrong to think that help lay afar…..

To the river they went conversing all way

The young man spoke out his cause of dismay

On reaching the river the old man asked him

What do you see in the water?

A thought crossed him….

I see reflection of the moon

The young man replied

That’s the beauty…