MISCELLANEA

THE WANDERER: a sonnet

THE WANDERER: a sonnet




I left my home to wander a bit but
It’s too long that I have been now away.
Umbilical cord to home has been cut.
Back to home now I cannot find my way.

There’s none waiting for me in the old shack.
The faces I once knew have departed.
The once colourful canvass is now black.
My attempts to paint it have been thwarted.

Goodbye, again, for good, my forlorn home.
No longer will I think of coming back.
I’ll yet remember you as I do roam,
Walking aimlessly with my shoulder pack.

I am a wanderer a vagabond.
Of my empty journey now I am fond.



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M C Gupta
6 March 2007