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.