I Am A Traveller Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

When I stand before the mirror
And at my image take a look
I find my body turned colorless
Like the page of an old book

Brittle to the touch due to age
It may fall into smithereens
It has lost shine and glamour that
I was proud of during my teens

Slowly and slowly it will get
Weak and fall down into a heap
Of bones and skin leaving kins to
Miss me for few days and weep

I am a traveler in this world
Without any bag and baggage
From the moment I arrived here
To leave I began counting my days