Sedimented

I still lose my way back

while walking towards home.

Same roads and turns since the last 20 years

and yet sometimes they feel unknown.

My footprints have helped in sedimenting tiny pebbles

but they haven’t been kind on my memory.

Undoubtedly, it feels terrible

to be the reason of my own misery.

So I decided to break off with myself

and my regular dwelling lanes,

perhaps sedimenting pebbles

was duty of rain and not I.

For the remaining few days,

let’s change the course and try.

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