Passing through cities in time
I anchor for a few nights
Sitting with them, I rhyme
Life is good, whether its wrong or right?
Embracing them I climb
To another plane, another height
Truth is still distant and sublime
Hope is sprinkled in the sight
With my bag of memories, I move on
With a heavy heart, I must depart
Before the break of the dawn
I must move out my cart
The promise of a verdant lawn
A new course, I chart
If it doesnt stimulate, I yawn
I must make a new start
Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean
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