Sunday, 9 June 2013

The Wandering Gypsy



The Wandering Gypsy

Looking at the prop roots of Banyan
Immense hold of its territory
Felt like a kicked can
No permanent place to stay
No place to keep as confined identity
I feel myself like the wandering gypsy

Run daily to a new direction
Learn life's truths
Keep false notions as fictions
No place to hold myself
My Life has turned topsy turvy
I only feel myself as the wandering gypsy

Everyday, new place to be explored
New commitments to be laid
New religion to be imbibed
Failing which I've no place to hide
Thrown away like a Frisbee
I'm no less than the wandering gypsy

Life's fashion reached standstill
Luggage bag can't hold the cloth hill
My loved ones shoved away
Communication died on the way
Jumping like an obedient monkey
I feel myself as the wandering gypsy

Unaware of my final destination
Life turned into a unique animation
Cry to god to curtail this journey
Transform me to a settled man
Seems I'm burning my skin
Rather getting tanned
As it's just the beginning of the long journey
Need to run for long as the wandering gypsy 

2 comments:

  1. Yes, everyone in this world is a nomad, looking for a place to settle with a few good moments and memories.

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