Passing through cities in time br I anchor for a few nights br Sitting with them, I rhyme br Life is good, whether its wrong or right? br Embracing them I climb br To another plane, another height br Truth is still distant and sublime br Hope is sprinkled in the sight br br With my bag of memories, I move on br With a heavy heart, I must depart br Before the break of the dawn br I must move out my cart br The promise of a verdant lawn br A new course, I chart br If it doesnt stimulate, I yawn br I must make a new startbr br Renu Rakheja a.k.