Through the green
Through the woods,
From the ocean
to the seas.
In the bylane
to the streets.
Searching for the unknown
to the familiar need.
Locked in the horns
in the devilish thorns.
If missed the wants
of the greater desire.
From the love to the lust
of the thursting fire.
If the dreams that speak
from the bold to the meek .
As the search begins
with a wreckning smile.
The wanderer keeps on searching
for a while.
Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh
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