Each one traverses
this path only once
I too must, but
for my own reasons
I carry on my shoulders
a bagful of seasons
When hunger calls
I pause,
take one out
and put it in my mouth
Candyfloss monsoons
Icecreamy winters
Hot chilli fried summers
Getting spicier
as I travel further
Bite by bite,
I have to finish them all
before I reach
my voyage's landfall
© Rajendra Pradhan
Saturday, September 03, 2005
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