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Tired I trudge on this path alone

Tired, I trudge

On this path, alone,

All alone.

There are people

And their voices

Beyond those noises-

I feel your absence, quietly,

Very quietly.

I wait for the day,

When you’ll come-

And walk beside me,

On this path-

To an endless journey of love.


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I'm a dreamer, scribbler, research scholar, and travel junkie from the land of five rivers, Punjab (India). 

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