NAMELESS WANDERER
[THIS IS ABOUT A MAN WHO SUFFERS THROUGH LONELINESS]
NAMELESS WANDERER
AS OLD AS HIS SOUL
DON’T know WHAT HE SEEKS
ITS ALREADY BEEN WEEKS
CITIES AS CALM AS THE STONE
AS RESOLUTTE AS HIS SOUL
EMPTINESS INHABITS THEM
ONLY THE WANDERER TREADS THEM
FIREY BY DAY
SNOWY BY NIGHT
THE WANDERER’S MIGHT
HAS SET HIS PATH RIGHT
HE WALKS PAST CASTLES
THAT ONCE STOOD SO TALL
DEATH aND DECAY
Are what come his way
What can he find
In this apocalyptic wasteland
The stars have grown so old
Yet he remains bold
He dreams every night
Of love and labour
Of children and grandeur
And his beloved sander
So he did come
From when we exist
What happened when I don’t know
The wanderer now treads through snow
He finds it at last
Atop the highest mountain
The calm that existed since time was mould
Now he knows, he’s not so old
2 comments:
Shied Wordsworth Literally..
Nameless Wanderer is not what you absorb at one reading, it has to be read again and again until you reach a conclusion of having understood it.
The Mountain is not the end of his journey, Nameless Wanderer goes on & on till he wilts as the dead leaves..
Nicely penned!!
Waiting for more..
superb , dude
u r just awesome ..
i mean the poem has some hidden meaning
every one at some time of thier life
comes to a stage where they are like the nameless wanderer ..
u r imagination is at its peak ..
well done
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