Wanderlust

Rocky terrain of high mountains,
The snow capped peaks ignite,
The wanderlust in me;

To break away from the drudgery,
From the petty human loss;
A caricature of intelligent race,
Victim of different definitions of God,
Blind to the color of blood,
Brewing cauldrons of hatred and violence;

Wanderlust turned the pages,
From nowhere empathy twinkled;
Muslim and Brahmin bonded,
Sheltered Muslim the Hindu Old,
Discarded by her own,
Sacred Lamp beside the Koran;

Definitions end Differences forgotten,
Humanity evolves and Life begins.

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asoke kumar mitra
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beautiful write………………..very different feeling………loved this.

Preeti
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How beautiful nature bonds humans irrespective of their differences…wonderful and truly amazing!

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