Far away now I am from my homeland
with treasure of memories of my prime.
Grateful I am to the land where I stand,
yet heart goes back and forth from time to time.
My road of gentle pace and aimless drifts
tarred with turmoils and peace, darkness and light.
Of twists and turns spiced with numerous shifts.
From financial plight to some soulful sights.
Sometimes I wonder what would I have been
had I not trodden this once unknown road?
But play of fate is forever unseen.
All you need is a wheel of will to goad.
Often unaware these are pleasure-walks.
And though loud it ticktocks, blind is the clock.
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