The Eternal Traveler

The poet claims happiness

Pauses every time to admire

The beauty of this divine avatar

Chalice filled with elixir from nature

A heretic’s soul wanders forever

Listening to the songs in praise of freedom

From the depths of oceans and highest mountains

A traveler tries to fathom the mystical beauty

Never from the truth does the soul depart

Dazzled by the benevolence and grace

Even the ripples across the desert are classical

Of prosperous lands and bountiful trees

Difficult terrains test the traveler’s patience

Upon the cosmic mantra, the land is created

There are no borders and limitations

Only the vast expanse and the beauty of nature

The tired traveler rests under the night’s canopy©