All walks are not the same-
when you are crossing a border
your feet become your heart
pounding your thoughts-
All walks are not the same-
when you stand dazed
in front of the Buland Darwaza
having lost track of all the words-
close your eyes, you’ll time travel
what use is there of your feet?
All walks are not the same-
when you walk to the Dashashwamedh ghat
your heart becomes the Ganga
flowing for centuries-
you take a boat, ride and see them,
lying in a row at Manikarnika–
you watch, how they have crossed the bar
flinging away this body-
Posted for my prompt ~ Walk @ Poets United Midweek Motif
