when the postcards were not sent
i wrote one every day
as if i had a lot to say
but then why would i say
what is so obvious and plain
the journeys are not made on ground
they are made in mind
why will then road blocks deter any one
why will we have frustration and anger so much
why not just wash oneself of all the strain
and embark again, again and again
the clouds do not always bring rain
yes, do not we like them, when sun is hot
door bell rings, and a letter that postman brought
undelievered, because the address was wrong
when destinations change
when clouds do not rain
one should move on, again, gain and again