Wanderer Poem by Raniyal Niyada

Wanderer



Yellow, rotten leaves
Hanging down the trees
Either side they stand
Like the guards they cover me...
Beautiful, red, flowers
Spreads around the floor...
Like a velvet carpet they seem...
Walking down the path
With no facades
A wanderer I am...
The malicious crowd far away...
Anchored to none of the earthy objects
Floating on the waves of curiosity...
A crazy loon they call me...
For I walk in the forest...
Upon unseen wakes of life
I wander in harmony...
The pentagram of gusto
Shines bright over me,
Lighting my path...
Call me whatever you what
For I know I care about none...
Craving only bliss I am...
Wandering down this magnificent mansion...
Bound to none I am...
An epitome of freedom is what I own...

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Raniyal Niyada

Raniyal Niyada

Calicut, Kerala, India
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