Traveler, where are you heading to?
Why are you on rags and with empty
bags?
Where are your Cars, Coins and Shiny
shoes?
Traveler, where are you heading to?
Why are you wretched with tearful
eyes?
Where are fancy friends and
shivering smiles?
Traveler, where are you heading to?
Is the house big enough for a living of two?
Is there a bypass road to pass it
through?
The traveler with a grim face and
heaps of heavy sigh,
Turning back sideways, he looked
into my eye;
Ask me not, ask me not, Oh my dear
friend,
Vanity and vile dear all that I have
gained;
In this journey, all is useless,
every means have failed.
Here’s a chamber, Dark and Dull,
Here, I will be laid,
Call has come, I can’t
tarry;
That’s all he has said.
© Litton P.M
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