Dredging past alongside the bank on a sledge
I feel the moolight setting ripples into the water
Disturbing the silence that stand amidst the wood,
Terrain is marked with logs of woe and a gaunt boulder.
Tonnes of crustaceans must be living beneath it
Tough and resistant dwellings must be fast asleep
I squat on this magical sand which seems to shift
And it looks like it knows that I'd come to weep.
Among the plethora of regrets which should I choose
I don't want to be alone but I want to be free
The current flowing is strong enough to set loose
myself in hands of him and don't exist as me.
But I want to fight till end, till my last breath
Leave prints on these shifting sands to last forever
Say to the creator that today I won't be home early
And I'll win this battle without any arrow in my quiver.
~ AshishK.
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
