Wind — The Wanderer
Published in
Feb 15, 2021
It is ringing clearly in my ears
I am refusing to shoo away
Travel is life, holding this voice’s finger.
My veins are the ropes of a swing to the lullaby it sings.
It lilts my life in a melody.
My body drenches in that downpour.
The mind is searching for a special place to wander
The anticipation of not knowing one’s destination.
No other bliss is more intoxicating than this.
A story stopped midway will complete itself in its own way.
But who will fill up the blanks to solve the mystery?
Those who wander will get lost.
Those who wander will be rewarded fine.
The treasure they find will be a gold mine. Isn’t the only untamed wanderer the wind?
