As he arrives; warm smiles to greet,
A subtle hesitation; for they know him not,
This soon is to be; just a passing phase,
For all he seeks; simple peace, love and harmony,
Unity among us; for we make up this world,
But trouble surrounds him; he seems to follow its wake,
Perhaps trouble; is his real name,
He hears a cry for help; in the silent dark of the night,
Somehow, he is there; at the right time and place,
He pauses for a while; just to lend a helping hand,
Then he moves on; leaving no trace,
No, not a footprint; on the shadows of this land,
For when the traveller goes; a cool wind blows.
Lord! peace, love and harmony; you have taught him,
Why? When these you do not grant him,
The sweet love and joy of kids; you grant him in abound,
But still you grant him not; any of his own,
Often the love of the people; mistaken by others, for reasons of their own,
How to truly love you have shown him; but a wife he still eludes,
I guess what good is a partner and kids; for a life on the road,
Is it not wasteful; the love he has learned,
When there is so many that reside; in love they have never known,
The tools to be of help; is it not all he would need.
Many cry out his name; but it is to no avail,
Stay for a while they say; perhaps a life, or maybe more
But just when it is felt he will stay; he is but simply gone,
Does he not tire; or cry in the night,
Of the many sad goodbyes; to the many he has known,
What is the purpose of his life oh lord; where does thou take him,
On these long journeys in the still of the night; deep into the unknown,
Where does he go; what does he see,
Is there something out there; that simply eludes me,
Is it to a place called Nirvana; that that he calls home,
You seem to know best sweet lord; thus, I shall leave it unto thee,
Maybe one day you will grant him; all you have taught him,
Perhaps till that day; which only you know when,
Let the cold winds blow; where the traveller may go.
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