There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
~ from the poem “The Men That Don’t Fit In” by Robert Service
Hey! Beautiful and soulful poem. Thanks for sharing:)
Thank you Vishal…it sure resonates with a lot of travel-hungry folks like us 🙂
lovely words…
Thanks for sharing the post…great help…keep it up!!!
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There are hardly any in Delhi who are fully able to appreciate the scattered gemstones around them, each carrying within itself a story of this great country we are proud of.(and for even those who are not.)
This is a lovely poem and your posts are very well written.
Staying far away from home for college allows me sporadic chances of really roaming around and actually seeing places. Its good to know that there are real lovers of this city out there.
Keep posting. Keep wandering!
thank you Abhilash. I don’t maintain this blog any more but your comments do bring back the old memories. Happy travels to you too!
Its damn good!
Thanks Sid….I don’t maintain this blog any more but receiving such comments from readers and fellow travellers still means a lot 🙂