Wanderers Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

O wonderful...!
The young wanderers are amidst the fields...
Run, run, run...!
The soaring kites are their joy-shields.

Bare are their feet
And muds they love to lighten light body
None to care and none to guide,
As their Gods are in the fields of paddy!

Red road runs over the green,
The heavenly wanderers are not now seen!
They are now close to that holy horizon
Where the sky kisses the magnificent mansion!


Freedom runs, freedom soars with foot and kite
Greenhorn wanderers are happy with freedom lite!