The Traveller Poem by Anupam Srivastava
The Traveller
I do a thousand miles and come back
To the one I love but she
Does not hold me in her arms
Nor tells me not to go away.
So I go on another journey
Longer and more uncertain
And I do not even carry water
Or an extra pair of warm clothes.
In the hope that if somewhere
Trapped in the mountains, I die
Then she whose eyes are cold as ice
Will perhaps melt down and cry.
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