*** The Vagabond *** - Poem by Arijit Kumar
Being a vagabond in the beach called life
With my screwed destiny I embroil in strifes.
Seeing the ocean of chances lying just ahead,
To see the palace of glory or at least knock on its facade
Animated, I dive off to find me in the end
Down the debris of desires, too confused to contend.
Then I heave myself up again blowing the dust from my chest
And shrugging off as nothing happened, I do what I do best.
Boozing up to the neck line I dance in the crazy rain
And kick the thought of flying high on its abdomen.
No anguish to relinquish, no matter to despond
Life is a highway baby & I’m another vagabond.
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