As I trudge along the path of life,
On ashes of yesteryears so tough,
What the heart says, the mind rejects-
"Go traveler, there where you'll find love."
"In this whole wide world so fair,
Someone's waiting for you out there.
To fill the flute of your destiny,
With the sweet music of his care."
Would this be too much to hope?
Could spring ever follow this winter?
Though miles may come between us,
Only you, my companion, have the answer.
Jaishree Ghariwala Doshi
Copyright © Jaishree Doshi | Year Posted 2019
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