The Traveller

The Traveller
He has a deer's legs and an ass's back

No kind of energy and observation should he lack
From one place to another he has to go

At no place which he visits can he lie low
Pain and sufferings he has to see

Through such things stoic he has to be
Memories are collected at every junction

Tomorrow will be another place is a presumption
In case of darkness he has to move

He has no time to get into his groove
He has to forget those beautiful eyes

Contain emotions and let out no sighs
A positive energy he has to vibrate

Pep up some kid who seems will enervate
Every journey is always spiced up

To become a virtuoso you need to keep up
For no one can ever be the perfect master

Games are played even by the creator
No one can understand when the journey will consummate

whether its in the morning dew or the evening sunset
Aditya Khandekar