She had the journey-
to embrace.
The long empty roads,
A few toppled leaves.
Her shadow- the only voyeur.
She had this journey-
to embrace.
She left some behind-
For she knew the burden
Was heavy.
Never she knew,
Leaving some could be bulkier.
The road, now, seems void.
So does the road ahead.
And the bygones- forsaken!
Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
