I want to travel and see the world,
The beauty of His creation, I want to behold.
I want to pack my bag and leave one day,
With no thoughts at all of where I would stay.
I want to travel in trains, buses, boats & jutkas,
I want to sip my morning tea in those clay mutkas.
I want to spend much time in the nature’s company,
Shutting myself out of the worldly cacophony.
I want to feel the climatic changes,
As I scale the hilly/ Mountain ranges.
I want to forget life’s despair,
And just calmly inhale the fresh chill air.
For a change, I will give up the shower,
And bathe in the freshwater lakes near the bower.
I would treat my tastebuds to the local food,
Maybe learn recipes too, of cuisines that are good.
I want to happily dance to the tribals song,
I would sit and chat more about their language and the place they belong.
I want to observe the different way of life,
And learn how they overcome strife.
I want a tent below the star-studded sky,
With a small campfire, that would satisfy.
I want to visit the monuments of the historical fame,
As well as play with the locals their favorite game.
I want my walls full of pictures hung,
Of places, I went when I was young
I want to make memories and have a lots of fun
Before I retire to my bed and my day is done.