Every morning,I have to travel
Physically, emotionally, methaphorically.
Glance through the bus window ,
through the looking glass.
I look into the strange past,
Stranger future; being certainly uncertain.
Sometimes a tickle of emotions,
On few days, a fickle jubilance.
Like a dreamer I dream,
of the rocky bank of a river.
Running my hand over the waves of water,
the waves of struggle, the flow of life.
Yet the undying zest,
following the path of passion.
One Reply to “[Poetry] ” While I Travel””
“Following the path of passion” I love that. Its exactly how I feel towards my writing
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