I stare at the eminent traveller
With rapt attention,
He wants this
And he wants that too....
Only the great things of the world
In course of his journey,
Anything in between this and that.....
He doesn't want at all,
So he always walks
With true concentration and reverence,
Even at night
When everybody falls asleep,
The famous traveller continues to travel
In the silent atmosphere
As a lonely traveller,
That's why he is unique and singular.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem