The Missed Place

In a sleepy corner by night, Cried a happy voice, “I, the only man on this very planet, To have visited it’s every corner. This should be record, Yes, a world record.”

Another voice of a sleepy man, “O’ why you ugly man, Trouble the sleepy at moon time. O’ why you cry with your Tongue out of your mouth. What doust you achieved?”

“You may know, You ought to know, Thy young man I, the only human, On this earth, to have stepped, On every piece of land in this world.”

“Ha-ha ha, you-you, visited, Every land, you mean, The Whole World. You lie, say truly, You ‘r’ a big flatterer, How can you?”

“O’ truly, I say, young man, I visited every place, India, the Far East, The Americas, the Caribbean, From Scandinavia to Egypt, From Sahara to Kalahari, All hot and cold deserts.”

“I’m sorry to say sir, I’m afraid, you missed a place. And wisely advise you to tour again. Too you look a billionaire.

“Thank you young fellow, You indeed are right; And here I go.”

“O’ wait, why so early? Please, pay my fee.”

“Fee, what fee?”

“The fee of my advice, sir.”

He paid the man well, And set out for another journey.

Thirty long years elapsed. The road sleeper was now an hotelier, And the billionaire, a beggar.

“O’ please now tell, You wise man, The place I’ve missed.

For last thirty years, I’ve crossed thy deserts, The frozen waters, Pillars of Hercules, The Ganges, the Nile and the Mississippi too. From Los Angeles to Tokyo, Arctic to Antarctic, I’ve traveled like a migratory bird.

And still you say, I missed a place.”

“Ha-ha ha! You old, humble man, I praise your patience, Honor your endurance, And so, disclose, the place, That has troubled you a lot, That made you wander for thirty years, That you not really, but virtually missed was, No where.