The Lone Traveller

I asked him how was the day
His tired voice told it was hectic
He reclined on sofa and his
eyes was getting closed in a nap
I thought, I can share my plans
along with the tea
About an exciting weekend in planning
But with tea in one hand and
mobile phone in other, he
was busy in calls
I thought we can watch a movie
together in quite night
But he came late night
home after the work
Finally when I told
that I want to travel
He told in tired voice,
I am not coming you go
I looked at him in despair
And at the two shoes I
kept ready and the two
back packs waiting eagerly
And back again to his eyes
It has gone to sleep
What can I do now?
Travel alone - it is my destiny
Nobody will be there to
travel your life dear,
you have to walk alone
the difficult paths
Quietly I took the shoes
and wore them;
secured the backpack
Came back to kiss on
his forehead and whispered a bye
Here starts the journey of
a lonely traveller
through the lesser known paths