The Wanderling Poem by Akash Mandal

The Wanderling

Rating: 4.5


I wander like a cloud on repeat
slow-dancing to the wind's beat
while the roads recite odes
about the feat of my feet.

I'm only lonely, lost and absurd
when amidst a delusive herd
so I leave, for I solely believe
in the byword of a bird.

I'll always be willing to repose
under the weeping willows
aloof without a roof, in the
shadows they impose.

I have infinite friends in the sky
in the deep and in the rye
let me be, I'm free here and now
I'll come back by and by.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: home,lost,road,sky,wind
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
George Krokos 27 December 2017

An enjoyable read. Well done Akash.

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