Ravi Panamanna

Bronze Star - 2,682 Points (21/09/1956 / Ottapalam- Kerala State- India)

The Song Of The Open Road - Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Ye my traveler,
Where is thy meeting place?
Yonder over the dales,
Or beyond the rushing gales?

Ye my traveler,
How many taverns so far?
Only a few cozy rooms
Or umpteen open grounds?

Ye my traveler,
How many hamlets so far?
A few cities’ buzzing streets
Or traveling among the village scenes?

Ye my traveler,
What is following thy lips?
A song unto the blooming buds,
Or a heart given to pessimistic mood?

Ye my traveler,
What is weighing thy bag?
A lending heart,
Or the pebbles of yore?

Ye my traveler,
Rest a moment under these shades.
Share thy tales, listen to the streams,
And glide along as the song of the open road.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 31, 2009

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