A wanderer am I, restless. Puzzled at the world's mess. I wander, to get back to the same place, even as life begins to fall out of place. Sun, his radiance, makes no difference, to dry barren lands. As a wanderer, I realised, I may have miles to go before I sleep, but I've seeds to sow before I reap. I never seem to get tired of Frost-ian references. I guess I like getting Frost bites. 😉 Good morning y'all. I sow my seeds with verses mostly. You help me reap it.
