I am as a wayward traveller,
Lost.
Lost as a wayward traveller's
bound to be.

I tread the path I see,
with no memory of the walk
In me.

Even a wave traversing the ocean,
Knows its journey,
Though, not its origin and end.

Even the air that flows,
Caressing the flowers,
Kissing the leaves,
Indeed, has a direction.

I move,
as if to imitate,
The...