Me myself, a bemused wanderer,
Trudging along the shores of life,
Collecting pebbles of wisdom
Wherever, at will, at random.
Weary at times, yet I pull on,
Go along the shores;
My eyes wondering frequently
At the beauty that lies along.
I am a confused traveler
Travelling unknown destinations.
Yet I have a vision clear
So I know who charts my path along.
Dhaka
27 November 2016
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Beautiful poem. Sometimes one may feel blank, but as you have concluded with beautiful lines which shows us the way of moving forward.. Yet I have a vision clear Of Who charts my path along.
@Geetha Jayakumar, Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and appreciating the concluding lines of my poem. Much inspired by your thoughtful comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Me myself, a bemused wanderer, Trudging along the shores of life, Collecting pebbles of wisdom'.................. Beautiful image! In a way we are all travelers moving to unknown destinations! But if one has a knowledge and faith in the One who charts his way, will reach the shores of safety! Lovely thoughts!
Thank you, Valsa George, for appreciating the poem and sharing your thoughts on it. I am greatly inspired by your kind appreciation.