<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lone Traveller</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am now a lone traveller, <br>Roaming to find my filial roots.<br>Long begun this endless search, <br>From the days I started to think and feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the roaring crowd that moves along, <br>And all the faces I chance to glance, <br>I search for a ‘Mother’, who cast me out, <br>Into the dark hide out of a vacant street, <br>Still smelling of new born blood, <br>And still fresh with severed chord, <br>To be eaten away by ants and rats, <br>Or to be trampled over or crushed beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did she do it with a quivering heart? <br>Or was it in her hurry to rid? <br>Who would tell me who she was? <br>What she did and where she lived? <br>Was she so beggarly made? <br>Or was she bearing a bastard child? <br>Had she fallen into a deceitful trap? <br>Or was she one, too young to tend? <br>When such questions plague me mad, <br>Slumber quits me with dreary nights.<br>Often my thoughts hurl to the past, <br>To live once more those cheerless days-<br>The days I stayed in a Destitute Home, <br>With a hundred other kindred souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life was always a ritual there.<br>Getting up and going to bed, <br>Eating thrice and taking a nap, <br>Having a bath and changing dress.<br>Never once sensing a loving touch, <br>Or ever relishing a fond kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later someday, a couple came, <br>And took me with them to an alien land.<br>There I had such kingly days, <br>But always with a barren life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I wander all day long, <br>Across the dingy streets I lay forlorn, <br>With hopes so bright and fancies wild, <br>To see my mother emerge from the crowd, <br>With hands outstretched to hug me once, <br> And own me ever, this forsaken child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532897" data-title="Lone Traveller de Valsa George" data-description="I am now a lone traveller, Roaming to find my filial roots. Long begun this endless search, From the days I started to think and feel. In the roaring crowd that moves along, And all the faces I chance to glance, I search for a ‘Mother’, w..."></div> </div> </div>

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