All My Bags Are Gone: By Latha Ramanan

Began the journey from the foothills
There were twists and unknown turns to take
Rough and narrow paths, unfamiliar terrains to cross

Climbing up, short of breath
Started to drop my bags along the path,
One after the other

With load lighter,
My stride was easy
Valuables, once precious, left behind

Thus I drank and bathed in light
Oblivious of day and night
No thoughts of goals to achieve

In this journey of the heart
I have not moved at all
All the baggage however is gone.


Note: This is an edited version of the original poem submitted to by Latha-ji.

Harsh K. Luthar

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