Published October 8, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

The wanderer travels a path coloured
With different sets of footsteps,
Planting seeds, as she moves,
Hoping to build a better tomorrow,
Laughed at, stared at, she possesses
A chaotic magic to shift her destiny,
But she knows, she is the dust of
Her own fingers stained with the
Taunts of those embedded footsteps,
As she struggles to hold ground,
Knowing how the people she knew
Keep dying in her nightmares
And that she will also,
Slowly, gradually, step by step,
Die in own dreams.


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