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Untravelled
Untravelled
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It's curfew
None to be seen
In the streets nor lanes
Just the cops with the sirens
Roaming like phantoms of Folks.
Sometimes it's good to be broken
Greater space is won unfathomed
Why tremble when dejected?
It's just a phase untravelled.
Not many lights are needed,
Just one to steer
The trajectory of life;
Characters come and leave
To arrive and accompany
Till death strikes, not all though.
Songs of birds are clearer
Not a human voice to distract
Not a device to interrupt
No buzzing of cell-phones
Yet the silence greets
Peace in its serenity.
