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Vagrant Mind

My mind wanders

From place to place,

Along with the caravan of thoughts,

Like a gypsy woman

Tending her sheep,

Climbing the mountains,

Cooking food in earthenware,

Building a fire out of twigs

Singing a wild song of longing

Or of romance

It stays not at one place

Restless, agitated moves on,

Sometimes seen splashing water,

In a shallow river where silver fish jump

And plop back,

Or watching twinkling stars flowing

Down the stream

Laughs with the zyphers

with thunder it screams 

Gets lost in layers of time

humming a forgotten rhyme 

of years bygone !

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Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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