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a dialogue . . .

Though they were strangers to each other,
he once travelled with her to a faraway place.
Reaching the centre of that hamlet,
he finally asked her
“Where do you belong to?”

“Here”, she told.

He got excited and said,
“This place is so beautiful.
As you belong to this place,
you will be able to connect to its beauty
more than me,
isn’t it?”

“Yes” she nodded.

They then travelled together
not as strangers
to another faraway place.
Reaching the periphery of that village,
they met with another traveller,
who asked her ‘his’ question
“Where do you belong to?”

“Here” she smiled.

“This is a wonderful place.
As you belong to this place,
you should be feeling its greatness
more than me”,
said the other traveller.

“Yes” she accepted.

Little confused,
he but continued to travel with her
again as a stranger.

This time reaching a really faraway desert
he asked her,
“Where do you really belong to?”

“Here”, she looked all around
and then at him.

Immensely perplexed, he screamed
“How’s that possible?
Do you mean to say that
you belong to everywhere
because you are traveling around
all the time?”

“No”

“Then?”

“I am not travelling from or to anywhere
I am not moving at all
I am just here
It is the earth beneath me
moving all the time”

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Comments

  • Jaeda DeWalt
    Jaeda DeWaltover 3 years ago

    You have a magical way of unraveling your poetry and prose… you are a wise soul.

  • the poetry is a circle of which i draw half and the reader completes it . . .

    great that you are able to complete the circles…

    thanks for stopping by

    :-)
    xoxo

    – binuinyou

  • Mishaal  Sardar
    Mishaal Sardarabout 3 years ago

    Outstanding Binu! every expressive!!!

  • :-) thanks friend

    – binuinyou

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