Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

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My mind a blank canvas, numb from endless travels
The road ahead a dwindling silver thread
Arriving and leaving, my life unravels

Through thunderstorms and bright sunshine
Across quiet villages and noisy cities
My urge to roam away from my confines

Never taking roots, the need to move
In my blood and in my soul
A burning fire that nothing can sooth

How I yearn to finally stop
Make peace with my restless soul
Perhaps only when I drop
When white haired and shaky knees, tell me so!

Poet’s Note –
This poem explores the uncontrollable urge to travel; the sense of wanderlust that many people have, and the loneliness that sometimes come with it.

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Preeti
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I belong to that breed of people suffering from the ailment called wanderlust:) So totally related to this poem!

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I truly love Canada always my home though if I could this planet I’d roam India fascinates me chaos and all China’s a mystery that long friggin’ wall Cuba’s resilient they keep trudging on more than paid for their sin

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Nothing can tie me down; Wanderlust has taken me over. Let me roam, Let me wander The seven seas and mountain peaks; In search of a place that’s calling to me. My long lost home before time From whose speckle