Travelogue Poem by Abid Anwar

Travelogue



I am flying like a piece of paper in gusty wind
Not knowing where I'm destined to go,
Or swirling on the mid-sea like an aimless boat
Unwillingly off-shored by a stormy blow,
Yet like the hopeful captain of a sinking ship
I dangle from the mast with compass at hand,
Trying to save myself and those aboard—
Someday or the other we may find a land.

Friday, July 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 07 July 2017

With a perfect diction and an imagery nicely expressed, you are already an accomplished writer. We welcome you on this Forum janab Abid sahab. Thanks.

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Abid Anwar 07 July 2017

Thanks a lot

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Jazib Kamalvi 07 July 2017

Write comment. Hopefully, some day we may find a land. Thanks

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Abid Anwar 07 July 2017

Thanks

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