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Hours On The Road

Hours On The Road

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Hours and hours we drove

The straight lines often curved

Merging to a point, 

Beckoning us further,

To chase in vain,

The unattainable horizon.

 

Miles and miles we left behind

As if eloping from our tyrannous lives.

The end didn’t feel any nearer,

As if the clutches of reality

Were refusing to let go.

  

Yet we drove on, hours and hours

Shaking off exhaustion like a wetted hound

Jerking off chains that bound us to home.

 

A left here and a right there

And finally, there in front of us flowed, 

The gurgling river with mud and stones 

The grey mountains painted into the azure,

Challenged us for more hours on road.

But we stood there, transfixed, content,

For many journeys may come

And we might climb the hills one day

But right then,

The riverside, with laughing kids and raucous hawkers,

Felt like home.


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