Thursday, 16 September 2021

Backpack

 

Krishna Raj Warrier

The journey is long and the baggage is heavy. One finds it difficult to lug around. Yet one's reluctant to put it down for good.

Backpack


Wayfaring

from place to place,

gathering stuff

from here and there,

discarding some

on the wayside,

my backpack

is loaded, heavy

and stretching

at its seams,

my journey begins

as I pick it up

and stops over

as I put it down,

the road speeds on

                slipping off my feet

as I tote around

                my belongings

from one place

to another

and yet another

until my bag

flops flat, deflated

…and empty.

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4 comments:

  1. Interesting. Touching at the same time. Chords that are touched resonates the music of life - from emptiness to a huge backpack and then it's all dropped. The poet indicates to reduce load while on journey. A poem full of life.

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    1. Thank you, Sir! Delighted to know you found the poem interesting.

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  2. Life is like that. A melancholic flaovour, a part of life, is obvious in the verse.

    /mdkallil.

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    1. We are all carrying a baggage, which has to be disposed of, I believe.

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