Lone Traveller

Oh, lone traveller,
Where are you going?
What is your destination?
Are you not a settler?

Or have you tried and failed?
Did no place felt like yours?
Where are your people?
Do they even keep you mailed?

Oh, Dark dweller,
Didn’t you lose faith again?
After being banished once again,
from every other corner

Have no place kept you long?
Long enough to love you?
Or, have they been scared of you
called you “very wrong”?

Is freedom just a fiction?
If world is filled with people,
with prefixed thoughts and beliefs,
will they forever hate your diction?

Will they not welcome,
a stranger with some gift,
a gift called smile,
even when he’s lonesome?

Looking for a place stay,
are you not tired?
Kicked away from everywhere,
are you left just to stray?

Where did you belong?
Or did you ever?
Have you been wandering,
with heart that’s so strong.

Good luck, Lone traveller,
you might just find what you need.
Farewell till we meet again.
Yours sympathetic, storyteller.

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