Joy Of Moving !

To get the life I love,

I have packed my bag..

I got to leave..

I got to swim rivers many..

I got climb many a hill..

 Many a ocean will I surf..

And be with the stars, above..

Many autumns will fall on me..

From me shall rise springs many..

Summer, winter, all shall be ..

With and always for me !

Those alluring forests ..

And enchanting brooks..

And the crimson horizon afar ..

All shall mingle into me..

As I walk alone..

On those black tar ..

Roads like curvy serpents.. 

Shall bend for me..

If I follow my heart.. 

Laid on those roads..

I will reach, maybe..

Vagabond thus sets foot out..

Alone, out of the world..

Oh, what joy it is, to move ..

Away and apart !

~Manjuri~