O Wanderer! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

On ocean or in space, there is no fixed path.
When unknown is target, fix your own
Find tracks in own light, steadily move
trace it with whole heart, O wanderer,
you are your own target, path to your core
you have to find your own, mending your own mind.

Finding path over frozen feelings
stormy tides on ocean of instincts and impulses
Through hot desert of disappointments
through green forest of love passions

Be bold and brave, use wisdom and intuitions
collecting all your might and tools
navigate under thundering dark clouds
fearlessly facing lightning and thunderbolts.

O wanderer, no hope where you my reach, though even
wherever you reach, be happy and build your own heaven
Build garden for dancing butterflies, fly around smiling flowers
no matter if not you build palaces, buildings and many towers
Ignite the fuel in you, burn yourself to spread peace and light