Bring me some roads

Bring me some roads

I don’t seek permanence,

I don’t want a home.

​​Can we be the traveller?

​Folks! Bring me some roads.

​I know I am crazy and old.

​​The greyness of my hair folds,

the ages of wisdom rolls.

​Folks! bring me some roads.

The warmth hinges the juggling scars,

​of Youth, the Beauty and,

the gossips from the letters sour.

Weary of Percy, Chesterton and Shakespeare,

​Dickinson inspires the hope far,

The loneliness cheers, the Plath hovers,

​Wishing not.

Not for love and a good marriage,

Not the Austenian home.

​Can we be the odd inspirations?

The Angelou and The Morrison,

Songs of the Phenomenal Women.

Folks! ​Bring me some roads.

I know I am crazy and old.

The greyness of my hair folds,

​the ages of wisdom rolls.

I don’t seek permanence,

I don’t want a home.

Can we be the traveller?

Folks! Bring me some Roads.

Published by shikha sourav

Learner, an avid reader, a good listener and blogger who prefer seeing the world with sociological imagination

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