Wayward, worn-out on paths of life
Laden steps, eyes seeking bliss
Tread the souls, weary of woes and strife
Revoking Fate, untying knots of time
A staff of faith in hand, balm of prayers
Walk and walk, bear-footed spirits sublime
Frayed heels on cobbled paths marching steadily
Hearts so brave and stout never hold doubts
Sails on a ship drifting, hoisting in serenity
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If led on a right path then journey of life becomes a pilgrimage otherwise a weary journey...