I wander thy what seeks mind,
Is it love divine or sanity of the grave shrine,
As gloss and glints waver me in silhouettes of vitality,
Still, a vagabond dream spills its legacy,
Oh, human thy me, satisfaction not existing as a courtesy hovering for still more to come thee,
Am I still wondering about in the illusion of clairvoyant,
A maddening horse saddles mind games sometimes wrenching emotions given pin bends,
Give thy the desired wander or let soul linger in caves of eternity.

© Soni Mirchandani