In Wilderness
Unknown paths don’t scare me now. A forest feigns a comforting arm, trees tantamount to companions with a difference and hours seem to stand still. Am I drifting into eremitism? Far away from the madness of the world, from the conflicting views of the mighty and the powerful, from the digital devices that are worse than termites, I wander in the wilderness, wondering when I will find a better place.
A little darkness
A little light – both allure
unpredictable.
© Balroop Singh
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