The road is bumpy here under the sun
though tired I feel still I've miles to go
and not to await at the bend and turn
but to forget all my worries and woe
sans your company now I walk alone
ever since you've become my better foe
though memory pricks me now and ever
I hear my soul as it guides me better.
(Ottava Rima//ABABABCC)
©Prafulla Panda.
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