The Traveler Poem by vidyut chakraborty

You trot goalless, sleepless,
when everyone sleeps and you awake
before the burning firewood.
In summer in winter in autumn in spring
you go and go and go
where the destiny goes
No memory of past, no put in present
dream in eyes to make what
other cannot dream of.

You are the horse of ancient time
bound to gallop through boundary-less
worshiped to be as long you run
No memory of past no stop in present
you run and run and run
days and night pass by, you just stare.
Globe Trotter give some sun from your speed
a little moon I want
I shall write an epitaph for you.