I travel
With tornadoes
I dabble
In escape routes
Never know
My next station
I know
That life is brute
I am a lone traveller
Following tortuous trails
No one here to guide me
Learn through
trials and travails
Nothing much
That I have got
No more wants
For life
Just a little happiness
For Sunshine,
My heady wine.
No rules
No paths
No plans
No Graph
No wealth
But strength
To help me
With The End.
Nalini
I know That life is brute I am a lone traveller Following tortuous trails No one here to guide me I liked these lines the best. You rightly expressed the realities of life. Thanks for sharing this poem.
This poem is such a great reminder....How little we need to realize we have so much. Great piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem...that is powerful and exudes the torment of loneliness describes amply the subject at hand in a fluid and tortured manner that is touching and understandable. nice liked