“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta
Cerulean blue waters and azure blue skies
Are most definitely a treat for my eyes
But when I travel, I look for something more
To expand my vision to something I had not seen before
Let me discover the storied past of a land
Its layered history let me try to understand
I want to see beyond what meets the eye
Wander among the ruins, marvel at the sky
That the ancient people saw when they gazed
At the stars above, try to imagine the questions they raised
Learn how they developed tools ingenuous
To find answers to questions mysterious..
Learn how their accomplishments were buried deep
Under the narratives of colonizers who tried to keep
Their supremacy intact, cloak their conquests
In a garb of legitimacy, protect their avaricious interests..
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The stories of a land’s checkered past
Create an impression that would for a while last
The magic of travel comes alive; you are rendered speechless
Ultimately transformed into a storyteller in the process..
Passion...unbridled 