A WANDERER 




How I wish I was a forever wanderer, 
Traveller and voyageur, 
A vagabond,
Without any home,
Travelling with family and friends, 
On a road that has no end,
Sitting on the wayside 
With little bundles of possession kept aside,
Women, children all together
Watching the world as stargazers,
Making do with the bare minimum, 
Even though surrounded by glamorous condominiums,
Without much worry of food and sleep,
Lying down on a strawy heap,
Having no urges for names and brands,
When I could manage with unkempt hair,sweaty strands,
Explore the uncountable streets,
Many a strangers meet,
When no one would unnecessarily worry
About me, no unnecessary burdens I would carry,
When people would pass by in a hurry
And I could gaze at them, all starry,
Be able to dwell on the pavement, 
Look at everything not in boredom,but amazement,
Not worry about making big loans and payments,
Nor get affected by kings and governments,
Brave the sun and the rain,
The harsh weather and the cruel environs,
Keep walking the endless miles
As the days wiled, 
Hours, minutes, seconds all turning into just a while
Playing on my cracked, arched lips, a sweet smile.

©Madhumita