I see the road ahead
The fields stretching beyond the horizon
The sky turning red
The fields will be my bed.
There are no borders I know of
No limits to my imagination
The world my playground
My guide the sun.
Cold, hot or wet
I leave my destiny to fate
I walk on alone
No idea of the time and date.
The road my only friend
The rivers my lover
The lands beyond the horizon my dreams
My companion my backpack and a bottle of water.
I find many a strange men
Beautiful women who sing
And children who play in small towns
That come alive only in spring.
I hear stories of days gone by
Tales that end in a sigh
And I laugh when they joke
And then say goodbye wishing them hope.
A traveler I am
I move from town to town
Many things I see everywhere I'm
What I search I've yet not found.
I travel by road
My feet touching the ground
Sometimes men pass by
Many don't look around.
Yet my relentless quest never ends
My will to adventure never bends
The road my only friend
It keeps me alive or I'd be dead.
The road is my destiny
The snow, rain and sunshine my friend
The people I meet my salvation
The grassy ground my bed.
A traveler I am
And there's no other way to live
I am a dust in the wind
Who may one day cease to exist.
So I travel everyday
From the mountain to the bay
And when it'll end I know not
For freedom is all I sought.
About the Creator
Ricky Lahiri
I am a researcher during the day and a poet and novelist at night. I am greatly influenced by the poetry of T.S. Elliot, Robert Browning and Robert Frost and by the prose of Leo Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and Dickens.
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