With a bag on his shoulder and stars in his eyes,
The traveller proceeds towards his destination unknown
Bearing hopes in his heart
The traveller walks the earth
All alone
Blissfully he lies on the ground
With the sapphire sky above
Illuminated lamps glitter and gleam in the sky
He is gently blessed by the gods
Dwelling so high
His spirit is like the lighted candle
At the holy altar
He lends an ear to those who vent their sorrows
He brings to them a ray of light
For tomorrow
Whenever he leaves, he leaves
A city of joy
He shares a vagrant’s happiness and joy
He gives the unfortunate a reason
To rejoice
He is a nurturer,
The spirit of humanity
He presses an old lady’s wrinkled feet
He gently carries the crippled urchin
Across the street
Nature has created few like him
Sprinkling of cheer wherever he goes
Without a worry for his self
He carries with him,
A burden of woes
He does not have a house
But he does not have a care
He will not serve as prisoner
Within the confines of cemented walls
The world is his, he who belongs to all
A philanthropist or an angel of God?
Warm smile, a compassionate touch
He murmurs a blessing as he passes on
He wins hearts and touches souls
As he walks this Earth, all alone
He treads unto foreign lands
The very Homes that he will bid goodbye
His calling in life is all that is his own
So much misery, so many to heal!
Of what use is a compass for a man whose destination is unknown?
beautifully written ... the poem is a river of tranquility
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