Wandering the lands unknown.
Searching for the land where sun shone.
The footprints so lone!
Reality is so prone.
The dream never sleeps.
The mind never weeps!
The eyes never peeps-
Cause heart gives all the leaps.
Tiresome is the journey so forth-
Grueling it would turn till the fort.
But would zeal dock at this port?
Or march on dream’s retort
Nothing has been achieved yet.
But the castles are all set-
To be won by the best!
Marching on, at hopes behest.
Every where is a new land-
Which waits for the magical hand.
But the feet bruised from the testing sand-
Lead to the softness of this magic wand?
Luv 'n' Luk