Places To Go Poem by Richa Tripathi

There are places I have to go

I don’t know the addresses yet

but the destination is distinct.

The ways are unguided

and shrouded in mysetry

and riddled with thorns

and plagues with deterrents

Ain’t that the fun?

Fighting the odds?

Becoming deserving?

Struggling for more?

Indeed it is

Which is why, it’s not the

next door I look at

but the greenery at end

and I will get there

So holds the hope

It will be sooner than later

It will be merrier than sadder

It will be better than ever before.