But If I Had Only Been Wanderer Poem by Neeraj Sarang

New morning that my blurry eyes
Suddenly opened on fog filled road
I tried to look far
Deserted, unknown distance and appeared shrubs
But if I had only been wanderer

Ever had mountains came, I crossed it
Like a bird ever flew in open sky
Blossoming ever seen edge fields
Traveler never stand still for selecting them
Uninvited also lashed huge cloud

How much is my chariot charioteer of proud
Intensive forest or dense cloud anti pleasure
For me to sit with him while going Ascendant
What seemed to him to be stunned by destination
Always be ready, how many there were sunset

Who was sitting in the shadow edge of path
Staring eyes of sadness spread and hope
Thought to stop, I wanted to give birth to her feelings
Maybe she was sound, not folded, behind not seen
Thought, nor forgotten somewhere way, not lost care