With every inch of distance,
words matter,
that I left behind.
With each step,
bundle of memories became heavier.
Sometimes a hand on my shoulder,
giving me support while,
most of the times a hand on my wrist,
holding me back.
With every sunrise,
my legs are determined to
take a step further.
With every sunset,
my legs want to tell
a different story,
which left some people behind,
yet again,
with something that once mattered
rolling down my eyes
to capture another exquisite photograph.
Yet they ask me about my work,
to which I have only one question.
Have you ever built a home in each
and every corner of the world?
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