Wanderlust Poem by Shweta Patke

Wanderlust



Time wizened her body
But could not wrinkle her heart
Daughter, wife, mother played every part
She played every part

She is on wanderlust
Wanting to travel another role
Her body might turn into vapour one day
But not her winsome soul

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