Hodophile's Verse
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.