Searching, researching – for a lost soulWhere could she be hiding
After all these years?
She left one sudden morning
While the Dal
Was still simmering on the hob…
The main door left ajar
For the maid to come in
And discover she had left!
Vagabond! Be the vagabond you’d always wanted to be,Said someone to her one day
At a café, where she was going through travel books.
Her mind was made up that very instant –
THIS wasn’t the life she wanted to live.
She wanted to run, to be free,To escape, to be a Vagabond.
(Composed in Panchgani, October 2015)
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