By
Sabdapalan
The dusty winding lanes
Of my memories
Branching off
Hither, thither;
Some led to crowded bazaars,
Others lonely,
Some were lanes of the unexpected encounter -
Of Serendipity -
Others, that I knew from daily passage;
But there was one lane
That I wish I had entered
But now cannot find.
The Lanes Of My Memory
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