A traveller’s heart is a restless tide,

An endless yearning, a world to stride.

No chains can hold, no walls confine,

Their soul is drawn to horizons’ line.

With every step, the earth transforms,

Mountains bow, and skies perform.

Whispering winds become their guide,

Through deserts vast and oceans wide.

They wear no crown, claim no throne,

But call each road and land their own.

In every face, a story gleams,

In every sunrise, endless dreams.

Their compass points to the human heart,

To cultures rich and worlds apart.

Through bustling streets or forest’s hush,

They chase the thrill of life’s first rush.

Not treasures sought, nor glory gained,

But connections deep, unrestrained.

The warmth of strangers, a fleeting smile,

The echoes linger across each mile.

Oh, traveller bold, with feet unbound,

You bring the world to common ground.

In every journey, you make it clear—

The world is one when hearts draw near.

So, on this day, let’s celebrate,

The ones who journey, the ones who create—

Bridges of wonder, roads of peace,

Where love and learning never cease.