Strolling along the traced road
Carved through a vast field
Watching crops swaying in horde
As wind rushes into the field.
This place seems to be life-still
As if snoring under the bright sun
Huge blades of afar windmill
Turn slowly cranking over the hill.
I look in front of me
Then turn back for a glance
I found no one looking back
At me by my chance.
I'll just lay down here
Feeling fervourless and exhausted
Catch a nap, or roll eyes everywhere
Under the cool canopy of this tree.
Try to escape the present and the reality
But got nowhere to leap
Feeling drowsy due to it exactly
I know I've miles to go before I sleep.
I've miles to go before I sleep.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
ŞiirA 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!
