The seemingly never ending roak of life
has no particular direction,
as if I am traveling, and
so are you.
We might be strangers
but one day we will meet,
if destiny allows
and then we’ll bid goodbye.
If your windshield is wet with moist memories,
wipe it clean in time.
Let not the mist blur your vision
as the goal is to move on.
If your past honks loudly from behind,
adjust the rearview mirror,
give way
and enjoy the ride.
Author Bio:
Prajitha Ooramkumrath is a stay-at-home mother of a 2-year-old daughter. She has been pursuing writing the past few years.
has no particular direction,
as if I am traveling, and
so are you.
We might be strangers
but one day we will meet,
if destiny allows
and then we’ll bid goodbye.
If your windshield is wet with moist memories,
wipe it clean in time.
Let not the mist blur your vision
as the goal is to move on.
If your past honks loudly from behind,
adjust the rearview mirror,
give way
and enjoy the ride.
Author Bio:
Prajitha Ooramkumrath is a stay-at-home mother of a 2-year-old daughter. She has been pursuing writing the past few years.
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