Wanderer

Blind to my foes,
With no bane to keep,
I will follow into the night.
No stranger to woes,
My scars do weep
For the souls ensconed in dark light.

Born to my kind,
And true to my soul,
I have no place in the divine.
Free in my mind,
Not torn but whole,
I seek the truth that is mine.

Seeking what is lost,
In what I do gain,
I rove now, as I did before.
My faith is my cost
To endure in pain.
I wandered then. I wander no more.

By,
Nikhil Menon