And she said …
“you are a wayfarer,
every person in your life is a halt,
on the way to your destination.
Some day I too will wake up,
To find you gone”
“will you look back?
See me holding a lamp,
Lest you seek me,
On your return journey”
“or will you find another way?”
So saying she wiped her brow,
And walked away.
Undated
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