Hodophile's Verse

When my mind was heavy, Every day seemed tough to pass, from dusk to dawn Inwardly I was weary. One drizzling evening, a trip was announced, I shrugged it off, thinking nothing would change around Urged by everyone, I gave in at last, Finally, I packed my bag and escaped the city fast. New roads, a change of scene New faces were seen, a fresh way to be. Serene environment, where joy was keen. Things started feeling right, A spark of contentment lit up my night. I switched off my phone and left it behind, Disconnected from the world, peace I did find. “Travel is a healing art” And I found the saying, right, right from the start. Refreshed and renewed, I faced my old ride, With solutions in hand, and a better mind. Travelling leaves you speechless, they say, And then turns you into a storyteller, in a whole new way.