Then and Now
Travails nor toils so edgy,
Hilly roads nor heights dizzy,
Nor arduous journey,
Ye call it a pilgrimage,
I, picnic spots, what a rage!
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Musings|18.05.2021|
Topic: travel, pilgrimage
Poet’s Note: Pilgrimages are increasingly turning into picnic spots what with smooth roads, infrastructure to cater to visitors, and comfortable facilities. People arrive in all comforts as tourists rather than pilgrims of old times under a lot of hardships that they faced willingly and as a matter of fact. Things are a changing.
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