Traveller

As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow, Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully. The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed, The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers, Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers, Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red. For, that which comes to a man goes to another man Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain, Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain. For traveller am i since birth put me on Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.