Distorted Journey
It was destiny horizon –
We travelled long and restless.
We had it clear in our vision.
Long days and restless nights least deterred us.
We sped across on birds,
But saw nothing but the white skies.
We crossed bridges and stations,
Saw water - blue muddy brown and even blood red;
Men of different tongues and tales,
Times of joy, sorrow, disbelief and bewilder.
We still staggered on foot,
Walked through pyramids and himalayas,
Befriended the abo , the bedu, and the Sherpa.
We revisited most of them and returned home.
Days of rest and introspection followed.
We had seen it all and wondered if any remained.
A sense of deja vu prevailed.
We wondered if destiny coloured our journey.
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