The Traveller

Amid the rustles of leaves, he strains his ears to hear the footsteps gone before him. Through the web of mist that rises from under his feet, his eyes probe intensely for the trail of the traveller he walked with yesterday. The jungle stiffly silent hides the secret deep within veiling it in dark shrubs. The man feels a smoke rise in his eyes, ‘where is the traveller, who just the day before, walked with me? ’ His questions more like wailings rend the unresponding wind. Before him as far as the eyes go stretches the unending path. He begins the search once again not knowing the next traveller is on his trail.