Wanderlust.

I am struck by wanderlust bug,

to find joy in little things,

that fulfill my inner desires,

a wish to disappear,

into the magic cloak of mist.

To know my existence,

explore with a yearning,

the beauty of mist-kissed hills,

clouds playing hide and seek,

listening to the melody of the forest.

A call to wander  in the meadows

midst the wild flowers and butterflies,

soaking in the thunderous waterfalls,

drinking its breathtaking beauty,

with every breath of fresh air.

A thirst to wander unfolds,

as each day dawns,

mind aches to travel endless paths,

the unknown depths of seas and oceans,

That makes me dance with a fluttering heart.

© Geetha Paniker

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