My Travel Story
As the morning glory blooms,
My mind as fresh as an untouched loom,
Still with all the day's unsettled errands,
Yet dreaming to visit South Africa's Kurland,
For a week's retirement,
But a sound sleep is enough for refinement
at my home, sweet home
But this outer world ,a charming honeycomb
Indeed travelling is a pile of buoyage
Yet no one to tell me a happy -Bon Voyage !
-Ism
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Copyright © Ismath Haakifa | Year Posted 2016
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