Bona Fides
Aronnyo Hillol
If I could go to the Peruvian Inca Trail with the four-day traditional hike
30 Inca ruins been having for many years might enlighten me as I like.
If I could go to the Whistler Mountain with the dreamed hope of Ice skating
Must spend much of the intervening time living in glittered snows with sleeping.
If I could go to the Kalahari Park with a strong wish to see Lion’s hunting eye
Red sands and golden grassroots could be my company that I might try
If I could go to the Aswan to see the historical winding curves of the Nile
Must unwind for a day and soak up the chilled-out atmosphere mile after mile.
If I could go to the Sassanid Era’s Rudkhan Castle which was built in two mounts
Must try thousand steps that I have to climb to get to the top with useless count
If I could go to the Halong Bay through thousands of speechless limestone island
Must step down for a few moments to see the jugged pinnacles among sea sand
If I could go to the Orkhon Valley, the pride for having trodden by Kublai Khan
Must keep up searching the nasty smell of notorious history of those cruel clan
But utmost true after the sunset is that God still does not favor on those travelling
When Bona fide is the main juice among all flavor then God might keep me moving.