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The Wanderer

The wanderer moves on,

Leaving behind the burnt up logs

Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food

He moves on…

Another mountain lies ahead,

Perhaps another village too

He moves on, leaves his pains behind

His smiles and laughter

Dreams and all

But leaves no footprint on the sand.

And knows no one will ever care to follow

Or find his whereabouts…

A homeless, dreamless lonely man.

Tied to eternal restlessness

Who is bound to wander the earth alone

On a journey endless

But no one knows

he is like a bird

Who flies freely

Searches the earth for truth,

for meanings and for love

He flies on

He needs no wings

He is eternally bound

To roam and guard the earth

Until

he truly moves aloft

Buried by the sands of Time,

Scarred and unloved

Seeking the meaning of life

Or death

He goes aloft

Unknown paths unfold for him

Secrets of heaven and earth

Sunset and sunrise

Of blooms

In wilderness

Of love discreet

And of a far greater universe

Within himself

Yet to be found.

The wanderer moves on,

Floating,

Until he finds a place to call his own.

 

 

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

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