Vagant: roaming, wandering
Age has levied its toll
on my heart
this old heart
that breathes with me
walks with me
and teaches me the songs to save.
There are no tolls
though,
on my vagant soul
which still whistles
back at the moon
and rides the crest of every wave.
ipsita banerjee 
Thank you!
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Great poem. Very deep.
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If you wander around too much, you’re extravagant.
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