Vagabond by Meena Mustafa
Ask the one who travels
What he seeks to find?
He roams the naked earth
To find his peace of mind.
Tortured and torn from reality
He packs his bag and leaves…
On a journey to nowhere
Where he can find his peace
He is a Vagabond…
Who roams through the streets at night
In dirty old jeans and a can of beer
For he has no guiding light
He looks shabby and haggard
His hair looks like straw
His over grown beard and mustache
Is now an attention to draw;
A wanderer and a loner
Who plays on the harp
Gathering pennies by his songs
That comes from his heart
Home is now that stretches
Miles far away…
On his feet he travels, and then ends his day.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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