Untouched Frontier Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

It's an illusion, some assume!
It's there for to call you.
It turns wounds into flowers
and offer assurance for
lasting dreams.
Staring at the horizon
is like searching your
lost precious thing and
not craving for it.
Horizon is the last
untouched frontier of
imagination.
When was it that I never
thought not going there?
Whenever I wished for
I close my eyes and am there,
privileged to be there alone
without any soul around
and not wishing to search
for my lost precious thing.
Horizon is my own aim
to go there and search for
myself as an illusion
for the rest of the world.