Vagabond You
You can't stop roaming,
from one end to the other.
The fatigued way's restless edge,
pushes you on the wall of Promises bay!
So, is your love.
Relentless, monotonous, dull;
Can't quench your thirst, all the way.
The roads, hills, desert,
everywhere, you make your,
unbound, compact, sojourn!
No tent, no, fireplace
or bread, wine could fill
your incessant life's lust.
Vagabond You,
no hands can shackle,
your Primitive hands.
poem by Debdarshana Sen
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