A Long Tenure
Down the busy road I ride
Spiralling control of the reins,
Drenched in sweat with pride
I surrendered myself to the rains.
Merchants I met many
During my service at the docks,
I couldn't but find ,any
Wanderer like me in the merchant's block.
The tenure I recall
Of visiting the sandy desert,
Where the sun lets the ember fall
Is the only description ,it's curt.
I scrambled up the slope
On my way to the tranquil hills,
Where my heart got solaced,
By the breathtaking stills.
Copyright © Tez Pallab Das | Year Posted 2020
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