Young Writers Society

I have been wandering since a long time now
Companions. Me, and my vagrancy.
None of the travelers are my beloved.
And none of the wandering eyes are clement.
Where do we go now? Me, and my vagrancy.

I was not always a waste, like I'm now.
I also used to be happy and I miss those times.
I was unperturbed. I was free.
In the game of life, it played such a move.
I was blown out and my heart was rekindled.
We burnt my home with the fire. Me, and my vagrancy.

Once I met a maiden.
Her beauty, greater than the setting sun.
My heart spoke to me, that she was my destiny.
Then one day she was lost in time.
And I promised to myself that
We would bring her back. Me, and my vagrancy.

It was my heart, that it had to bear it all.
The things which she had said to me.
Nothing much is now left to say.
It had all drowned, in the ocean of teardrops.
When she had said that, I was now dead for her.
Now we think of her all night. Me, and my vagrancy.