VAGABOND

There I see it,

Just another mile to go,

Will it be the oasis?

I just want to know.

Severed from the folks,

Our paths separated,

They kept chasing mirages,

Whilst I pined the oasis.

Sometimes paths cross,

We savor our adventures,

They have so much fun to share,

But when I say I am searching, they stare!!

They laugh; they mock and call me in,

Makes me think,

If I am in my mind, or,

Just wasting precious time.

Who will judge?

Time or me or the oasis?

When I get there the nectar will be mine,

This soul will get quintessentially fine.

Will I get the oasis I fond?

Or end up just a vagabond.

-- Mandeep Singh