By: Divya Rosaline

I do not have the money to travel
But I have traveled far and wide
I’ve traveled the songs of dark – eyed women
With strange men by their side

And I have traveled my country’s pain
That seeps into her soil
I’ve traveled the history of her times
Well marked by faith and toil

And I may not have the composition
To withstand climatic snares
But I’ve seen the weathered faces of men
Who haven’t a damn to spare

It’s not been too long a journey
It’s been but a few moons since
Yet to travel faces Instead of places
Is the best form of travel I’ve seen!