Travellers Poem by Nancy Prajapati

Traveler come to me
To accompany me in the journey.
But I fear to go with them,
As I am unaware of the destination I will reach
They come with roses in their hand.
But they forget every girl itself a rose tree
They desire for a desire that is empty and mortal at its core.
Some also come with laws and decide me,
But Ah! love is not a deal.
Let them pass as they travelers.
Because I am searching a way to,
God's heart which a true love can only lead