Wanderlust

One of my favorite poems...never really thought too much about it when i had to by heart it for orals in school...but come to think about it..we never really thought much about things in school anyways..hehe...but its definitely one poem that's going to be known by-heart by me for life...


It isn't just about the poet dreaming about thousands of daffodils....
It's my state of mind for me...
More so..it's what I'd like to be...

Wanderlust....

A wanderer isn't just someone who's seen the world...
Or backpacks his way around villages and states...
You can sit still and still see...
A lot more than someone who's bhatkofying till eternity...:P


bad attempt at a rhyme i know...but it wasn't supposed to be rhyming either..so there...:D

Well,Its just that i dont need to let go of all my worldly possessions to explore and gain true experience and the secret to survival(bleh!)...i can sit on the pot and still travel beyond what a conventional traveller would...learn much more than him...and definitely lose a lot less-time,energy and cash!


PS:this post is regarding the previously posted poem ok??hehehehe