Wanderlust | Ratul Puri Poem by Ratul Puri

I have a restless soul,
That yearns for distant lands,
To feel the wind upon my face,
And touch the shifting sands.

I dream of mountains high,
And oceans wide and blue,
Of ancient cities, hidden trails,
And skies of every hue.

The world is vast and wondrous,
And I long to see it all,
To taste its many flavors,
And answer its siren call.

So I'll pack my bags and hit the road,
With no destination in mind,
For the joy is in the journey,
And the treasures we may find.