Indira Mishra
Take a walk alone
On a breezy evening.
Head not for the nearest store,
But simply go on ahead,
Wherever your feet take you.
Can you hear a voice?
Talking to you like a friend,
Deep in the recesses
Of your overburdened heart?
Listen to that voice
And clamp shut your hears
To the intruding world outside.
And if you see little children
Lost in their own little games,
Forget your blues
And look on…
Admire life’s simple treasures
And let your heart fill with joy.
So, leave your foot-prints behind.
The wind shall blow them awayLike yesterday’s sands…
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