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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!
"Suddenly our third eye and an old map / Is all we got!" - Ah, yes!
ReplyDeleteI, for one, am tired of looking at the old map. I'd like to find a new one, along with a new journey.
ReplyDeleteSamyuktha you have captured the irony of the past and present amazingly! Thank you so much for joining us at the Muse!
ReplyDelete"A third eye and an old map" the final destination! A poem that covers all bases. Bravo
ReplyDeleteI, too, admire the "third eye and the old map". The journey is getting weird these days. I tend to stay home and hide away.
ReplyDelete"In a lorry packed with explosives
ReplyDeleteCame in the crazy Corona"
A neat remark!
Very well summed up. I find verse 4 particularly telling.
ReplyDeleteAn enjoyable read. :)
ReplyDeleteHome has become my office and my sanctuary from work. A bit of irony in that.
ReplyDeleteI think we need to channel in on our 3rd eye chakra and lean on our intuition for
in this energy field is wisdom to help us navigate the road ahead.
Love the third eye and old map. Yes things have changed a lot I miss travel Luckily we can do that still in our own country
ReplyDeleteSimply wonderful!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. Bought it going to the end of the street. :) Love the irony of Instagram and the social media.
ReplyDeleteFrightening times we are in. I’m not sure when if ever we will be able to really travel again. It sort of makes you a wanderer in your own consciousness.
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