Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
The one who wanders
I cannot find
myself
nested
anywhere
to call my home
at every
turn
I find myself
flying
wherever I grow tiny roots
is home
sooner or later
I always fly
for another.
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