On the longer dreaded path of the solitary journey, when farther appears the destination
Tornadoes blow the dust in air
Winds speed for a resurrection
Scathed are feet
Clouds become grey before
Any conjecture
There would be a lonely tree
Standing amidst nothingness
To absorb the hurricane
And embrace and shelter…
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Halt for a while, o mind
Let the soul breathe
Rejuvenate and
Walk again to the destination ©soumya

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