**driftwood Comments

wonderful write raj! randomly picked up this poem, thinking about a driftwood, and found you instead.i know one gets weary, of changing homes! specially in services.by the time we finish we become a pot pourrie of different cultures! enjoyed thoroughly this poem.....ritty

Raj, for a moment I thought you were describing my life! Drifting here and drifting there, we collect so many thoughts, lots of memories of this or that, then we wonder where we are. Bob