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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