O harried pale
Wanderer
Come hither
Repose a while;
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turn head and heart homewards o friend you have a pretty garden, pretty shrubs of your own to tend! ! ! :)
Marvelous piece...fluent flowing lines...masterly use of words...10+
I am but the wayfarer Of the path of love Love of the self I have forgone Memory of the loved ones I have given up In great repose though I understand I can live Painful is my life when your memories Like pages from a book torn I recollect I sell my heart to buy me a living Wash not my feet For my feet has the dust Of centuries of separation
amazing poem, kind of Sufi in content. bliss is within your reach, why wander like a nomad- very impressive style and composition10+ Mamta