A New Journey...
As the youngest spread
Wings in the literal sense
And waved both hands
After clearing the security check,
We both waved back and sighed
And evaded looking in the other’s eyes.
Then I quietly slipped my hand
In his arm, and pushed my brand
New bag on wheels towards
The domestic departure lounge.
To catch our flight to Goa, the land
Of magic, beaches and sand.
To get reacquainted all over once again,
And a new journey of new possibilities began.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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