The Wayfarer Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra

The Wayfarer
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I see standing atop my mountainous pride
how the ocean of my lusty wishes swirl
and make restless whorls below!

There a life of torment swells
into an ocean of fog and in that
a dream ripples in countless tongues of thirst!

Me a tired wayfarer,
I weave my net of union and separation
to cast it into the oceans of lust and thirst,
but i get entangled with waft
and web of my own weaving only to lose
myself forever!


Copyright@Rajashree Mohapatra
Bhubaneswar, India.