That night, my eyes were immersed in sea,
My legs were sprained in a pool of blood,
Albeit my wishing to be anew and free
And refresh myself in elixir flood.
Alas! Every traveller has to face wear and tear
For in scriptures it may be written so
That men don't thrive in tender care
For a famed journey is catapulted by a low.

Hopes may rise and sink faster,
Ways may be gobbled and precarious too
But for a firm traveller, it smoothens after
And emerge triumphant, oft many a-do.
Alas! Every traveller has to face wear and tear
For hurling a gallimaufry of triumph isn't easy
And each man then postulates his share
And that becomes a tad bit queasy.

The roads that may smoothen face an abrupt end,
Quagmires and potholes, sometimes they clench,
And if not that, their infidelity is enough to mend
And pours knives on men to drown and drench.
Alas! Every traveller has to face wear and tear
For every road in life is hard to hold,
And dressed may be charlatans and hopeful may be the bare,
To face each road, be cautious and bold.