Travellers

 

 

Travellers are we
Who occupy space
In a Choultry
Doing our duties
Given by our Lord
With a smile
With a frown
Where there are
Unavoidable grieving
Unavoidable desires
Unavoidable relations
Knowing nothing
Belong to us
At the end of the day
Leaving the place
One by one
Or in a group

With empty hands !