He is wandering along
The lanes of hamlets
Streets of cities
Roads of towns
Along with travelers in boats,
Passengers of trains,
Voyagers on board the ships
And in the avial journeys of men high
He creeps high with ivies
Comes silently as snails
Cools soothingly as breeze
Kisses voluptuously as lover
Grows tall with trees
Drops fierce like rocks
Explodes like atom bombs
Hisses venomously like serpents
He sleeps with me in my bed
Chirps with quail on fences
Coos like cuckoo among mango leaves
Screams with Squirrel in the bough
He marches with motorcade
Into the depths of history
He moves with my shadow
He waits in the shades
He waits for escape from laughter,
Solace from sorrows,
Rift from meaningless idling,
And for redemption from life
He moves me into fame,
Caves of obscurity,
Skies of clouds and stars,
And plains and seas of life eternal
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