The Journey Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I am not here
I am not there
Who you are speaking about?
I am not a wandering soul
Like the rolling clouds of summer
Or a rejected lover in his youth
Like a rising and falling tide
I am the wisp of smoke
From ever burning hearth
Of the Universe
Loitering aimlessly
Jumping from tree to tree
Flower to flower
Without a root to dig myself
In a place of my liking
I am the eternal soul of
A decaying body
Forever in motion