Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me;
To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color of blood, Brewing cauldrons of hatred and violence;
Wanderlust turned the pages, From nowhere empathy twinkled; Muslim and Brahmin bonded, Sheltered Muslim the Hindu Old, Discarded by her own, Sacred Lamp beside the Koran;
Definitions end Differences forgotten, Humanity evolves and Life begins.
Beneath this yonder twinkling isle I laid down for a while; Amidst this firmamental lea I saw a pulsar shine with glee. Soon I ventured into a dream and saw the lign aloes gleam ; a foreigner to this lonesome
My mind a blank canvas, numb from endless travels The road ahead a dwindling silver thread Arriving and leaving, my life unravels Through thunderstorms and bright sunshine Across quiet villages and noisy cities My urge to roam away from my
I truly love Canada always my home though if I could this planet I’d roam India fascinates me chaos and all China’s a mystery that long friggin’ wall Cuba’s resilient they keep trudging on more than paid for their sin
Nothing can tie me down; Wanderlust has taken me over. Let me roam, Let me wander The seven seas and mountain peaks; In search of a place that’s calling to me. My long lost home before time From whose speckle