A Wanderer

He was a Wanderer,
wandering on his own,
he needed no companion,
he wandered all alone,
his destination, still unknown,
dirty clothes, long hair, beard fully grown.
He traveled unknown places,
filled with millions of unknown faces,
his shoes had got no laces,
wherever he went, he left no traces.
He had limited number of friends,
he didn’t care about what was in trend,
his will power was his only strength.
He cared for none,
his loved ones were all gone,
his fate, he couldn’t turn,
his dreams, all were burnt.
He felt free the way he was,
no one knew what was the cause.
No family, no life,
he forgot what he strived,
his whole life, suffering, and pain,
he was a wanderer, totally insane.

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