Travel Bag Stares

My travel bag stares at me
I turn away.

It is been lying for
a while, 20 days.

I move around with ease
Journey is not in my mind.

The day before my eyes
fall on the bag.

I pluck my vision
with a pull.

Fear slowly mounts.
I sigh.

Has the time come
for another sojourn?

Exasperated I recline.
I expect a call any moment.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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