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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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I was born..
For better days.
For sober ways.
For discreet wisdom..

For unbiased love..
For containing sorrow.
For escaping tomorrow..
For trapping happiness.
For reflecting tranquility..
Did birth answer my queries?
Worn out gets the mask filled with flurries..
Born..
To fear tyranny..
To smear uncanny..
To resist pursuit..
To travel novice..
Right from peeping through the crystal womb..
Until the way into a silent tomb.

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