The Wanderling Poem by Akash Mandal

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.