I wish I was there,

In the wild,

Trying to catch hold of the wind,

Not think twice before running after butterflies,

Sleep under the big blanket of stars,

Put my feet in the chilled river,

Climb up rocks like it’d be my last trek,

Look at the mountains and dream if I could ever

Be like them,

Cold and bold,

Hard to get up to.

But once you get there,

The time spent cannot be shared.

Prathiusha Poduval

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