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The very first time
My mother's healing touch
Tapped my forehead,
I felt God's travelled down
Here in this peculiar earth
To heal me up from the fever.
A sunken soul released out of me,
Turned as rejuvenated as a fresh lemon leaf
And I touched the toes of my mother
As per God's very secret advice from the previous night.
I wasn't a vivid worshipper of travel
Until and unless I felt the presence of God
Everywhere slowly trickling down
Through the silver streams of time.
Time's travelled a lot, even I call it the best traveller
It's seen Jesus dying without any vice
Just like a poem dies without a reader's embrace
And time's probably poured all the sobs out
Freezing the moments and collecting the snaps
As if it was to unravel the malicious truth in front
Of an ignorant crowd, later, very later
To repeatedly portray
The sickening death of its precious child
And people have travelled enough to size
These epic memories up in a 24 hour, "Christmas"!
It's tasted the same poison Socrates drank
For his cruel deed of renaissance
Among the youth of Athens,
And yes time has travelled through
A sickening era of its huge loss
Like a hollow human body without its organ!
It's seen through the ages that
The countries suffer in a subterraneous syndrome
Of travelling and entering into each other's territories
To stand as the best fitted emperors
And suck the last drop of blood from its innocent folks.
Time has seen a lot,
Freedom, battle, idols, ideologies,
Love, hatred, blood, responsibilities
And then with God's appeasing
Permission shaped itself up to the pages of history;
Now history serves as the best traveller!
And we, humans know the utilization of books.
I find the books as avid tourists
As they skillfully make rounds of the world
And then coalesced with the satisfying words and curious pages to turn as books.
And all these existential procedures,
God's evolutionized in as many forms as he could
To insert the mesmerizing journey
Of this universe since its very creation.
We, humans aren't except of the flow,
Each and every moment we breathe,
We travel, as a traveller voyages from a place to another like we do through
The voyages of emotions.
The next time if someone asks,
"Are you a traveller?"
Nod your head, singing the lullabies of a nomad.