Wanderer, me,
like a leaf sailing
on the water of river

often, touch the strands
and then move further, because,
long time after, they act like cleaver

I, also wander
like a fascinated butterfly
rambles in the woods
and waggles around flowers
though, can't fly high

dreams steer me
to rush towards the sky
but blooms allure
and stop me to say goodbye 

- Amit ' the stranger ' ©