The Caravan
Binte Ayesha Wani
A particle of sand sedimented on the shore, I await the waves to wash me away…
A tired flower which lost its scent, I await the west wind to blow me away…
A forlorn drop devoid of its being, I plead the river to carry me away….
An injured bird who lost its nest, I call upon the destiny to fly me away..
A stranger in the city who bargains with looters, I shout at the caravan to buy me away…
(The author is a poet and holds a master’s degree in English)
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