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I am a wanderer

I am a wanderer

I roam through the wilderness, unwilling to have a home

I am a wanderer

I am a wanderer

From the Luit to the Mississippi and the Volga: I saw the beauty

From Otowa to Austria to Paris: I hugged all the places

I carried the heritage of Ellora to Chicago

I heard Ghalib’s poetry in Dushanbe’s Minar

I spoke of Gorky as I sat upon Mark Twain’s grave

Each time I found that the co-passengers really grew quite close

That’s why I am a wanderer

That’s why I am a wanderer

Many wanderers lack purpose

I do have a vow though

Wherever I see trove of colours,

I wish to share them

Many wanderers lack purpose

I do have a vow though

Wherever I see trove of colours,

I wish to share them

I have seen many queues of skyscrapers

And in their shades so many homeless man and women

I have seen gardens in the front yard of many houses

And the withered petals of flowers falling before time

I get worried at the sight of slavery in many a nation

And many close people becoming strangers in my own nation

That’s why I am a wanderer

That’s why I am a wanderer

I roam through the wilderness, unwilling to have a home

That’s why I am a wanderer

I am a wanderer

Written by : Bhupen Hazarika

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