Song of a Vagabond

I walk aimlessly on earthy lanes

away from humdrum joys, pains

on carpets made by twigs and ferns,

Thrilled by quiet serendipitous turns.

Sometimes I wait and sit reclined

Against the bark of sturdy pine

To paint a picture in my mind

When I’m gone to let me remind –

In one paradise I cannot stay

When countless heavens around me lay,

Waiting yonder miles beyond,

For footsteps of a vagabond.