Wanderlust

Anamika Singh

Sitting at the window seat,
My heart skipped a beat. When I saw the beauty beneath,
Shining like lava, as if it has burst out of a volcano,
Glittering like gold and silver and particle of a size nano.
Sitting at the window seat while watching this scene,
Which felt so serene.
I knew I have been bitten by a travel bug which has filled the wanderlust in my blood.

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