Wanderers
There are some who wander in the lonely dust, Some others in an unknown place; Some wander to achieve an aim, While some to escape the rain. A maze - it is With innumerable inlets; Once you enter, There is no going back. Wonder why we wander, Traversing paths known and unknown; Meeting people on the way, Who, at the next turn, leave you alone. Not wanting to have some rest, And make the best of our own nest; Wandering, wandering, wandering around, We spend this life grovelling on the ground.