In Search of Bread

In search of  bread,  he traveled the lanes,
Climbed the hills, crossing the riverine in fain,
He did know the path could be of despair,
Slightly dodgy, somewhat unable to bear,
He cared not to cease,
For he created his own battle of egositic bliss,
Favouring to slog despite the cramps in his knees,
Unware of his sub-concious thirst for avarice,
He feared not the odds, 
Despite his own stumbled with chain of dots,
Left with yawner,  fumbling in the plight of dishonour,
"Your ego needs to die, for the journey to fly",
Whispered an ailing monk, as he surpassed by,
For he travelled the same jouney of avarice,
Unsettled,  and bane,  that costed him a high price,
"Value the bread of your land",
He whispered before his last breathe of demise,
For it is pure, unlike the lure, just too nice!

                            ------Anmona Handique,
                                   Nagoya, Japan