The bond

A vagabond

            in exile

untraveled paths

no fear

         of getting lost

déjà-vu crossroads…


crescent at night

rainbow in daylight

fresh trees

silvery hopes

au courant cheers

new linings, new ropes


the hobo has no yearning


for new years

            in broad daylight

hiding from the sun

           seclusion at night…

not in search of a name

in need of a land

nothing to claim


the limbs and the hands


ears and eyes


without ties

for a meeting

in a golden garden

by the silver pond


in the traveling

with the stars

relegated scars

only traveling

is the bond.

© supratik 2023
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