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| 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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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.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sir! Delighted to know you found the poem interesting.
DeleteLife is like that. A melancholic flaovour, a part of life, is obvious in the verse.
ReplyDelete/mdkallil.
We are all carrying a baggage, which has to be disposed of, I believe.
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