Where Did He Go

In the diverse regions of Earth, Numerous life, nature brings forth. Long time back lived an inhabitant, Form the desert, resources not scant. His group roamed in a caravan, Their entire life-span. They halted on speculating an oasis, Their ultimate supporting basis. That sustained them for a limited time, For that guy, short duration was not sublime. He believed in the  perks of plains, Cultivated there, were adequate grains. His opinion of shifting from that place, Was never an option for his race. Violating what the others asserted, He eluded from them, even if it hurted. He traversed the arid sandy region, To a destination, distant from his legion. He overcame a deadly sandstorm, Battled a barren landform. That moment, he recalled his tribe left behind, Was easier to overcome with his humankind. He made his way by utilising his brain, Remained persevering through his pain. Outlying then, a mountain stood staring, In intention of questioning his daring. When he had courage, not mortal, Bowed down the massive hurdle. Accompanied hardship of ascent, Comparatively, easier the descent. Analogy of bitter efforts for success, Advanced successive progress. His checkpoint looked closer now, But, didn't lose his enthusiasm anyhow. Across the cold untamed stream, Situated his longing dream. Traversed the stream into unseen land, His accomplishment appeared so grand. Welcomed by fields of exotic plantation, Colourful flowers with incredible sensation. The folk apprehended sound of money, To fulfill life, required to spend penny. Accommodated in one of the housing, As he appeared, to them quite doubting. He endeavoured, dripping in sweat, To pay off his long-term debt. Reminded with the notion of harmony, How his clan lived in the synchrony. So different were those strangers, Similar to the unnamed dangers. Where did he just reach? What left for life to preach? Should have survived initial condition Or had exactly targeted his ambition.