As the youngest spread
Wings in the literal sense
And waved both hands
After clearing the security check,
We both waved back and sighed
And evaded looking in the other’s eyes.
Then I quietly slipped my hand
In his arm, and pushed my brand
New bag on wheels towards
The domestic departure lounge.
To catch our flight to Goa, the land
Of magic, beaches and sand.
To get reacquainted all over once again,
And a new journey of new possibilities began.
journey is among the few things i am deeply fascinated with, , , long travels, there is something spiritual in that, , , so well expressed here, , a sense of freedom 10
a journey to new beginning..well versed..great write... Ency Bearis
hmm interesting. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s
Life is a journey not a destination that's why every stage of life we should spend merrily not with tears. Good piece of work
Very touching. Strength for your new journey, my friend. And many blessings. Kind regards, Sandra
Life: A journey from loneliness Through loneliness To loneliness... This is the sublime reality... Dear Mamtaji Everything is periferal Except pain... You told it with wonderful lines Piecrcing heart and soul *10*
Mamta, the opening lines on the first stanza embrace you to read on. A beautiful poem from a masterly pen. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a chain of new beginnings...