Vagabond Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Beneath the moon's soft, wandering gaze,
The vagabond roams through nights and days.
No map to guide, no chains to bind,
Just whispers of wind and dreams to find.

Through meadows green and city streets,
The vagabond's heart forever beats.
A nomad's soul, wild and free,
In every sunrise, a symphony.

With stars as guides, and rivers as friends,
The vagabond's journey never ends.
Seeking solace in the unknown,
Finding beauty in places never shown.

On dusty trails and ocean shores,
The vagabond discovers so much more.
For in the wandering, the spirit thrives,
In every moment, truly alive.

So let us raise a toast, a song,
To the vagabond, brave and strong.
For in their wanderlust, we see,
The boundless soul, forever free.