In search of that 'Utopian world'
the wanderer wanders
wonders at the wonderful wonders...
The broken dreams, the thorny paths
the purpose of this life
the search within the soul..
He keeps walking, treading on
longs for a warmth of love
a ray of hope, the light of
dawn
For every smiling face hides a silent storm,
and every heart carries an untold war...
but a flame the wanderer must carry within,
while he wanders, wonders,
and keeps wandering on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem