Travel Tonic Poem by Dr Vidya Hariharan

Travel Tonic

Open waters beckon,
Clear waterfalls
From distant mountains
Swirling and churning
Like naughty children,
Reach the flat plains
At a mature age
Calm, deep, wise.
All roads lead to them,
A beaker of that water
Can cleanse the soul,
Before it meets the sea
And transfers sublimity.

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