Ruminating,relishing the globe of his own,
And at times,musing over his melancholy,
With no woes and worries of the intricate world,
Aspires with each of the wonders,
Transcends with each of his ponders.
Vivaciously savouring the liberty he's possesed,
Utterly contended with his own reveries
Own emotions,he razzles on,
Own feelings, he fiddles with.
No bounds and chains
No harms nor any gains
Gorged with his choices and longings,
Rejoicing in devouring the book of nature,
To quench the thirst of the eternal truth,
Incessantly travels and wanders,
A Recluse
