Voyage - Iv - Poem by Ankur Beohar
What exactly do you carry
when you embark a train to leave?
A few invaluable gifts in your bag
And a heart yearning to cleave!
Smiles littering the agony of the conscience
A soul resenting the sun
Droplets contriving to drown emotions unbounded
Ashes of moments in an urn
A ray of light Illuminating the plight
Of the hope, of an early return
Tresses disheveled, paths unraveled
of a life ill-fated to churn.
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