Traveller

A traveller knows how to move on,

Humming tunes of the same old song,

Nevertheless of what lay beyond,

Something beautiful or a place forlorn.

Or may find it different from what others say,

Found silver in the night and gold in the day,

The thorns, pebbles or buds of May,

Softness of cotton, roughness of hay.

The roaring thunder and the howling wind

Intend to destroy the mass.

He would take shelter for the time being,

Even this moment will pass.

Cannot stop and mourn for all that is gone

The future awaits with bigger storms.

He is a traveller and he knows the need to move on.

He keeps humming the tunes of his favourite song.