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Yaatra
These unfamiliar winding paths
knocking at
unknown fortresses
A wayward inn,
covered in smoke
from an extinguished oil-lamp
Wait here a while;
there's no time
to lie down and sleep.
Before the night ends
pack up your bag
and get going.
You have to reach
the distant land
on the other side.
This is a journey
where you never see again
the path you leave behind.
This is a journey
where those gone this way
never come back to tell the story.
20. 12. 1998
Poems of the World (USA)1999 Spring Issue - Pg 19
This poem appears in an anthology, MEMORIES OF THE MILLENIUM--
published by the International Library of Poetry, USA (Jan 2001).
Yaatra is one of the ten poems selected for the CD-Rom,
The Sound of Poetry,
by Int'l Library of Poetry.
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