Travel I Do.

Being a pure vegetarian from birth
used up to home-made food for long
travelling did not bring much mirth,
Nothing much to eat all the way
and nothing like to eat in the cafe
I sit in a corner with an empty tray
during dining time very safe
with a fruit juice iced
seeing others enjoy the dinner
and eat all else not even fried
from egg to chicken not thinner
lambs to cows all grilled
pork to fish very much smelly
all without any discount
make me feverish and disorient
so as days into traveling in the count
get tired and exhausted with disjoint
wishing to get back home at the best
as every time I decide in a hush
not to undertake excursions and take rest
but all times I break my vow in a crush
as the enthusiasm to see places
overwhelms and conquers in a rush
my otherwise low ebbing spirit in a chase.