The roads have a song For all those who choose to listen. It hums the tune as it goes along, Twisting and winding; A vagabond Who cares not For the destination. In the lap of the hills It sits cradling, Learning a note from the wind And borrowing the lyrics of silence. From one hill to the next It meanders on Singing a song for our hearts As we ride on!
Copyright @ Goutam
Keep going on, the ultimate lesson. π
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Thank you Lokesh….How are you doing? π
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I haven’t for 2-3 months. So, I decided to research blogging.
And it increased my confusion.π€
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When learning is about gathering wisdom, it invariably ends up in confusion. Let that not deter you but rather spur you to keep on, absorbing like an insatiable sponge. π
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I love this poem and the idea behind it Goutam.
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Goutam, your poem is a beautiful journey in itself. Your last stanza is stunning.
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Thank you so much. Am so happy that you enjoyed this write. Had written this when I was recently riding through the hills, with a few friends. ππ
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You’re most welcome, Goutam.
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Lovely, Goutam!π
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Hi Punam….Thank you so much. ππ
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Hi. My pleasure. π
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Wow, a profound lesson. Wonderful creation, sir! π
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Thank you. Glad to know that you liked it. ππ
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