The Travel Diaries Poem by Soha Sudan

One day I shall be there
With of you taking to nap
And I would take along
My lovely map

Distances I wish to conquer
Are very-very far
None are convenient
Neither a bullet nor a car

My passion is travelling
It never was teaching
It neither liked to give lectures
Nor preaching

Every time I travel
Even from the house school
Though it's a quite small
The feeling is soothing and cool

Though I feel exhausted
I never stop
This is the sign of love
Entirely, from bottom to top

I love travelling
A billion times is less
My attitude shows it
no need to confess.