Lingering to my thoughts Talking to a wandering soul Tough it seems, to untie the knots But is essential to achieve the goal
The restless mortal is unsure The future that points to the destiny Often which leaves the one too impure That even a friend can act as an enemy
Turning the pages of the past memoirs Oh! It caused him to behest his present To weave out a long rope like that from a coir Uncanny to him was it all meant
The urge that burnt a candle inside Doesn't seem to seize anymore The wanderlust is somewhere left deprived In the midst of an ocean, it is still looking for a shore!
