On
The wings of thought,
I, rise high and high
To See the glory of nature
In
Pleasure and paradise,
In pool of pain and misery
Where
I Wander from dawn to dusk
Wherever desire takes me,
In pursuit of pleasure
To See something exciting
To See something unseen.
Finally
The urge to free myself
From my own web
Compels me
To retrace and go back,
To the Source.
