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U-Turn from the end

Sep 27, 2022
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By Nisshtha




I met a traveler whilst on a journey today,

As fast as I walked from the road to escape,

Echoed in my ears then a sudden scream,

You’re on the wrong road & it’s not a daydream;

Walk beside me shall I lead you ahead,

You shan’t ever stop for stopped are the dead,

Raise yourself from the ground of the lost,

See through the mist & walk through the frost;

Turn your head and around shall you see,

All the noble beings and the never known peace,




Not all are wrong, not all do you need,

The breeze is on your side let your mind be freed;

In the warmth of the sun & in the silence of the moon,

There’s hope & there’s life, not just despair and just doom,

You choose to live with sorrows & that’d be your fall,

You rise like a tide & you’d end your downfall;

Let your body breathe calm & heart some love,

You need no risk, you have the nerve,

The lessons you’ve learnt had a bright end,

Boast as you own it, your heart made an amend;

Gaze upon the sky & lend your ears to it,

The clouds breathe heavy but the sky has its wits,

Be your own charm, be your own big fortune,

I’ve shown you the path, now walk with the tune;

I looked around to bode farewell to the sayer,

Thou words wise said brought me back to the air,

However long a second it took me to discover,

Oh dear traveler, you were in my mind since forever.



By Nisshtha




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