He That Roams, Grows Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Let's go roam head and heart,
To meet a millionaire
Of mind; meet, soon to part;

The air outside, beckoning fair,
Whilst it wafts— what to deliver?
Wise worlds of wayfarers that dare;

Let's soar, let's struggle, endeavour,
New friendship to savour, and food
For thought— each with its own flavour;

What use this soulful solitude?
To what end these inner blues?
Time on return there's to brood;

Life's moments beckon to muse,
To dwell on laments, nor sorrows,
On vibrant hearts' varied hues;

Let not the day turn to morrow,
No one can stretch time, nor borrow,
They that roam rhyme, and grow.
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Inspired by a Gujarati piece by Niranjan Bhagat
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Inspirations | 02.03.2017 |