To travel the world
Places not fathomable
Dreamt the queen with wishful eyes.
But as she went away,
Places afar-
She forgot to bring her heart.
We get tired,
Although we don't say,
In the end what all of us want
Is to stay.
The lost traveller has worshipped his trail-dust,
For it has showed him the path ever so true-
Taught him a lesson ever so important,
That no matter where you go,
No matter what you eat,
What air you breathe,
Wherever you sleep,
The heart needs the baby blue of the sky and the mud brown of the soil it was born in.
The heart needs its home.
We all need to stay.
(Sarmad.N)
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Soul Stories
PoetryHere is a collection of my poems. They come from the soul. Try to feel what is trying to be conveyed. Peace.
