I'm a wanderer
It's my mind who wanders around and wonder
It moves through the window
Flow by the wind
Touch the land of Volga
Going by the Sind
I can see the legends
Touching the height of success
I can also see the people
Who're Totally depressed
I can see the villas
Two fountains by side
I can see the paupers
Dying for a shelter
By the roadside
I'm the wanderer
Who can see the truth
That one tries to hide
I'm the witness of the truth
That's always beside
I can see the Brook singing
Flowing down the hillside
I can see the same river
Killing a thousands
Guided by the misguides
I can see the heroes
Achieving those out-of-wonders
I can feel miser of the great mother
Who's throttled by their son and daughters
I can see the beautiful park
Children are playing around
I can see tears of a mother in a graveyard
Surrounded by the crowd
I can see the shining garden
With blooming beautiful flowers around
I can see the flower, dried and withered
Falling on the ground
I'm a wanderer
It's my wondering mind that wanders all around
I can see the truth revealed
That other cannot see
Everything is dark and bright
The choice is yours what you want to be
No God will help you
No prophet will come
You are the person who can do it
The one and only one
YOU ARE READING
Wanderer
PoetryHey readers It's my first work with poetry. However, I write poetry just to pass time as my passion or you can say hobby. I thought I can make a collection of my poems. So I tried it. Thanks If you like my poems put a like and follow me. The poet...
