The Inn Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

She stands decorated
With knitted bouquets of cheerful incense
To open the doors with her untiring hands
O Journeyer! ,
Come at your pace
At your atypical hours.

A seeker, a tired wanderer
O Journeyer! ,
Dump your fatigue
Enliven your weary brain
Betrothed to love
Dismiss your distress and pain.

She has whispers
Veiled under layers
Of sweet and frost
Of cheer and suffer
To mumble to
A curious Journeyer!