Alas! a wandering soul
never finds its way through
the delusions of worldly chores
and the mysteries of unlocked doors
It wanders, it wanders
with place to live but vagrant
It wanders, it wanders
in its own land but like a migrant
It falls, it rises, keeps treading
ahead on its way to unknown end
it goes back, it goes forth
keeping all its self in trend
- Abu Turab
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