this is my path
named by love
started my wandering since no time
though that was tough for me
yet I walked for you
longer, longest and endless the path
no one with me; nothing was accompany
lonely; all alone I was into me
and still lonely
wanderer on the same path
perhaps the sun will burn me
the wind storm will blow me away
the wild lives drive me away
the moon will hide her light
oh on that path now I'm tired
perhaps the master of the path will smile behind the veil
yet I'm determined wanderer
I certainly will reach to the master of the love path
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If life is a journey, it should have a purpose and meaning. Thanks. The poems has a message.