The Traveller Poem by HIMAvinandan D'Costa-Roy I

'Come', said the traveller...
Looked around the reveller..
'I'm a native here', he replied
'I'm not going anywhere'

'I will show you the fears of a child,
The sounds of the breeze so mild,
The eternal mystery of being apart,
What truely controls a human heart...'

'A lady i have of plenty colour,
A magnificent house of marble'
Said the native, as he sipped his liquor,
'And waits for me my bible...'

'Ripe is the sound of dimes,
A monarch in the land of mimes'
Said the traveller, 'Look around,
To worldly pleasures you are bound...'

'Why do u tempt me so?
Are you an angel of the day?
How far can ones mind go?
Or have you just lost ur way? '

'Flowing are the sands of time
And some poetry will never rhyme
Walk with me, I'll quench ur thirst
The last thing to know might just be the first',

The native had finished his vessel,
The drink had proved its mettle
Somethng in his heart was knocking
For, he found, he was already walking.

Into the decisive night they had strolled
Into evening, the night began to mould
The sun reverted from the west
All so, when the birds wer still at rest.

Still amazed the native heard,
'I can change the course of the day
As i greet you with fear absurd,
But i just vanished the night away'

'No knowledge is pure if incomplete...
And life is a single book, how many tyms would you read? '
The startled native finally looked around,
The traveller had disappeared into the sound....