Poetry

Somewhere outside Jispa
On that weary road to Leh
My baggage came undone, and bits
started falling by the way

 

The first to fall was anger
And his bosom pal regret
They must have fallen down a khud
For I haven’t seen them yet

 

As I thumped my way through Darcha
I think I saw Fear fall
I didn’t stop to pick em up
For I wouldn’t need em at all

 

As I laboured up Baralachla
On my trusty iron steed
I saw more baggage fall down
Emotions I’ll never need

 

They were sadness, envy and frustration
Those dreadful sisters three
Then Hate fell off at a water crossing
And finally I was free

 

Hope, love and Joy were all I had
As I hit the Moray plains
They are all a man ever needs
With me they still remain

 

The next time you’re on a ride
Saddle up, for the ride ahead
But leave a little slack behind
For the baggage in your head