Wandering is never a bad thing
That’s, where you and I can freely sing, 
In tune, with the sighing breeze
And, the rustle of the swaying leaves 
For, Nightingales we’re not 
So, our singing’s kind of cold, not hot, 
Space we need and lot’s of it 
Darkness better than streets lit, 
Join me if you are a Wanderer 
Two together might be safer 
For, who knows when the Heavens might fall 
And, I need someone really tall 
To make me feel somewhat secure 
And, take the clobber on the head, 
I wish to live 
And, for that you have to be alive
I’m told, 
Never mind, if you’re young like me 
Or, pretty near nearly gone, 
Stone -cold.
 
Lust, for wandering, is least harmful, 
I’m told When compared with some others, 
Disuse does, I’m told again, 
A lot of unused things Fairly quickly Rust.

Wanderlust
Is wonderful,
You see the Mountains
And, the hills,
The Valleys and the Daffodils,
Life, free of silly frills
Reasonable, too, the mounting bills,
The heart in melodic, rhythmic mood,
It’s beat
As soft and gentle as the three-step Waltz, 
No jiving, jumping no messing around, 
In Wandering, have I great contentment found.

You see the world
And, you get to know
The one you should, but never do
The only who’s ever true
To you,
You Yourself.

Dust, we know, to itself  returns
For, it has no other place to go
But, the soul we hear wanders about
So, follow the Wandering Soul,
And, live life complete and
Whole.

There's no mystery to Wandering
As there is to that mirage called,
Eternity.

Your mind wanders
So, why not you ?

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)