Theme: Feeling


Like a vagabond I move,
An itinerant.
I do not know
Where I belong to! 
Nothing I feel of my own, 
Nowhere have I felt 
The need of my return.
That pull,
That thirst 
Which will starve me, burn me, dry me, 
Keep me awake for nights.

The mountains, the rivers, the oceans
The trees, the deserts 
All embrace me, wherever I go. 
What I need, are my words
Which can sink me into them 
And I feel at home. 


More By  :  Kingshuk Chakraborty

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