A long travel
In this travel log is written,
Random marks mark its trail
On verbal map
As scars do the memories,
Retrospective itineraries are
traced by versatile symbols
carved on the random chart,
But the heart and the soul
And the significant body remain
In the untranscribable air -
I have traversed.
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