The wanderer

The wanderer

by Vinita Singh

I’m a wanderer, I wander here and I wonder there,
I wander to where I’m exhausted.
I ponder and I wander.
I’ve seen the world and been here and there
Small towns, big towns.
India or California, Jaipur or San Jose
Then I’ve squandered
Seen big buildings and small buildings.
Interviews here interviews there
From FBI building, to dance auditions of gyms,
I still wander and ponder.
I’m inspired by what I’ve seen
And yet exhausted.
I’m a wanderer.
Copyright © 2004

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