I have been wandering
Since the journey began.
I'm just a mere traveller
Who knows no aim.
I've cried on the roads
I've broken with dispair.
I lost count of times
I've been lost and scared.
But, the roads gifts us
With countless gems
Dancing and singing and
sharing stories with friends
And oh! I can't find words
To explain the joy I feel
To find an inn after long
And let my tired soul to heal.
I bask in the safety
Of my temporary abode
But soon my blood cries
To return to the roads
I long for a home but
can't stay at a one for long
Because I'm a mere traveller
And Stagnant feels wrong.
The story I'm telling,
oh my fellow travellers
is not one imagined,
it is very real.
The journey is life
with endless goals
And we all travellers
Are counting scores.
Yes, I know that it does
not make much sense
When all the roads will
Reach the same end.
But all the pains feel worth
All the milestones I've crossed.
Curiosity of how far can I go
Beats all that I have lost.
It is about the thrill.
It is not about the fame
I'm just a mere traveller
Who knows no aim.
