He That Roams, Grows
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Let's go roam head and heart,
To meet a millionaire
Of mind; meet, soon to part;
The air outside, beckoning fair,
Whilst it wafts— what to deliver?
Wise worlds of wayfarers that dare;
Let's soar, let's struggle, endeavour,
New friendship to savour, and food
For thought— each with its own flavour;
What use this soulful solitude?
To what end these inner blues?
Time on return there's to brood;
Life's moments beckon to muse,
To dwell on laments, nor sorrows,
On vibrant hearts' varied hues;
Let not the day turn to morrow,
No one can stretch time, nor borrow,
They that roam rhyme, and grow.
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Inspired by a Gujarati piece by Niranjan Bhagat
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Inspirations | 02.03.2017 |
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