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Once upon a time
Being a wanderlust
Was seen as a mental disorder
By flat earthers
(irony duly noted)
Then we had the likes of Columbus
Find his ‘India’
And kill a lot many Indians
In the inane name of ‘colonialisation’
And killed many a civilisation
In the name of observation.
(irony again noted)
Then came the modern ages
Where every instagrammer
Pronounced themselves a wanderlust
And travelled the roads always taken
As long as they got a selfie
And a pic for their tinder bio.
Out of the corner of the eye
In a lorry packed with explosives
Came in crazy corona.
Travel was now confined to
The end of our streets
And inside our eye
Where the mind meets
And give us little treats
From the camera of the past
To vacations visited last
Home which was once a retreat
Has now become a place of deceit
Where we now work and relax not
Suddenly our third eye and an old map
Is all we got!
