209.Wanderlust

Nothing on Earth  is permanently mine
Nor do I desire to own things fine;
I just wish to traverse the globe
Moving like a nomad in modern robe
Rejoicing in the bountiful abundance
With none but nature for guidance.
Let me move like the gurgling stream.
Till I can like the untamed bird scream.
Tired of the games people play 
I seek relief  from the worldly sway
O wanderlust reside in me
Till I receive heavenly permanency.

By Binita Jha