The Wanderer Poem by Puskar Sikdar

With farewell's touch, my gaze drifts, sharp and wide,
Upon the home where memories now lie cold.
In every step, I trace a broken stride,
A restless mind in fragrant dreams unrolled.

The perfume's secret stirs the air, intense,
While naphthalene's faint scent fills the mind's space.
I bow to nature's gaze, with heart so tense,
As family rides the journey's fleeting grace.

The fumes of vehicles lock within my chest,
While nature's silence stills my heart, unspoken.
A laugh escapes, in joy and mindless rest,
As earth's pure light with wonder has awoken.

In endless wanderings, I seek the green,
Where peace lies waiting, and the soul is clean.