With the pain of the lane now in my rear-view mirror,
and the wide highway laying ahead of me,
I look at infinite hopes,
That holds promises to make up for all the lost time.
Now there is speed in my car, and air rushes through my hair,
The same road seem narrower now, nearer now what once looked farther.
Everything seems to be in order and the goals are no more a dream,
This is my dream, and with joy I am rearing to scream.
But in my rush, I had forgotten to check if my 'Palasa' was blooming this time,
that corner tea stall if it was open or is still visited by those old friends of mine.
The butts of my cigarettes laying around the place were surely mine,
I don't know if the road would allow me to return after that finishing line.
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Jay Jagdev | 22nd December 2023
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