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End of the Road


The path bends at the horizon

Throwing the hues of grey

With those forgotten rhymes

The moon wakes up by the bay


Without a destination, alone, I walk

Listening to each struggling breath

My life, like my fading shadow

The soul quietly burning in stealth


Where are those birds flying back?

Where are their nests?

Does someone miss them somebody moans?

Or amidst the crowd, are they all alone?


  • Subodh Gadgil (June 26, 2022)

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