Poetry

The Quest

Caught up

In my wander lust

without   baggage,

Minus friends,

Set out on a journey

Through 

A   dense forest

Only belongings that 

My mind carries,

Are fistful of memories

Filled in my 

Treasure chest

An impulsive and

Impromptu jaunt

Towards a port of call

Unknown

All desires, all ideas

Forgone

Except one

Burning thirst

To walk and walk

Without rest

Even with blisters

On my feet

Till I see the gleam

The meaning

Of my dream

Signifying the

End of my quest

 

~ Sudha Dixit

Bangalore, India

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