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Trembling legs and sore back, but troubling is my heart having the itch I cannot scratch;

Disoriented and confused, I groan stumbling on a rock.

Innocent, she asks me whether or not I’m hurt

Should I tell her or not my walk is not faltered but I’m already injured

Waiting to be healed, I’m standing at the halfway of the bridge

Staring at the prayer flags, waiting for the void to be filled

I left my poem drifting with the wind…..

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Uday Shah at 11:18 am, March 24, 2018 - Reply

Wonderful poem,who wrote it,, harshit, it’s your poem?,any way it’s nice poem

Harshit Patel at 11:41 am, March 24, 2018 - Reply

Thank you. Yes, it’s written by me, somewhere while trekking Annapurna circuit.

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