The Traveller

Tired and exhausted he laid down on the sand
He has walked all day under the hot and scorching sun
Being in the arms  of hunger and thirst
All night with his Soul he conversed

The Angel of Death awaits his soul
Yet he is determined to reach his goal..
What his goal is, is not yet known
Only his Heart knows it,for there it was sown.

His bare foot turned crimson
His body reduced to a framework
What is it that he chases despite the sufferings?
What is it that does not let him rest?

I sit and wonder what gives him the strength to endure
the adversities of the world,that he constantly faces;
I could not resist the temptation to question him
"What is it that you are in search of?"
He stood dumbstruck for a while... gently greeted with a smile and replied:
"The turn I missed to be etched in her Life "