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May 2016
Which way do I go now?
How do I find out?
Breeze blowing points towards that road
but my feet are facing the other one
Some wise  voices had said otherwise
What about the ones that I forsake?
Some strings from there
still cling around my ankles
entangling me further in this maze
The sun is descending now
I must hurry
before my ship sails
before I am lost forever
road, path, lost, destination, ship, direction
sucheta
Written by
sucheta  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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