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.






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