Wander LOST by Raktim Gautam
Search for places, running my fingers
over an atlas, scavenging for places I wish to travel-
for I have not wandered much, none to be precise.
Silhouettes of these little islands and countries,
remind me of my own distorted aspirations
and goals I have convinced myself-are my own.
They say they’re bounded by four walls,
But have they forgotten, walls do have windows?
Maybe we are bound, by our own musings;
Staring at the horizon, forget where we’re standing.
Perhaps we are not meant to drift, like leaves away
Only spread our roots, like a maple and stay..