Knowing the count of place I’ve can never visit,
And people I could never know is unfortunate.
As I never wanna know the feeling,
It shows me how miserable my life is,
Apart from happiness and bliss.
When you want to meet the strangers,
From far away from the villages,
the cities and countries I could never go.
Those mountains peaks I never reached,
Will still be true to wanderlust,
Around the world, they’ll see
That I tried!
Still, I never wanted to recall the times I’ve fallen,
As the bruises are gone, but the pain is still worn.
As a cloak in the forests ambling around.
Quitting and weeping out loud,
As the trees don’t infer in person downfall.