I have friendship with the Sky and the stones
My walk is known to the roads
Every day, the world remains the same(it doesn’t change)
From city to city, I travel spending my free time
I go empty handed and I return empty handed
Every day like this, every day still a stranger to my own self
Since I have become a city from a village
I’ve become so bitter that I’ve turned into poison
Every day I wished/prayed that this would never happen
My age, time, roads, kept on passing
I belonged to the journey and I remain so
Neither do I belong here, nor do I belong there
I belonged to the journey and I remain so
