<p><i>Only the wind can narrate the tale of a dandelion. </i></p><p><i>Only the wind can decide its fate. </i></p><p><i>He was a blown dandelion.</i></p><p><i> Swept by the wind of fate to different places to different people. </i></p><p><i>His life is a game of fate. A play of destiny.</i></p><p><i>But he accepts it. As he accepts who he is.</i></p><p><i>HE IS A VAGABOND</i></p>