I adore traveling -I envy my mind because it does a lot of it ,though I do tag along .I find words fascinating ,actually I worship their essence -a gateway through the world's wonders ...
POEM: It Struck Me Every Day
I think this piece conveys a stream of clues,sort of like an omen .A day not lived ,an unfulfilled goal that etched at the back of your mind .The last stanza portrays the overall realisation of the events that took place as a sign of fate -not acted upon .