Sarita Khullar
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 !
Every emotion the heart feels displayed beautifully 💚👌
Thanks Sonali
Wonder of wandering.. Lovely.
Thanks Sai
Your words carry me along… Trippong over images to a place far away! Lovely
Thanks Jaya
Beautiful 💚💚
Thanks Kirti
‘Laughs with the zephyr, with thunder it screams ‘ beautiful lines.
Thanks Indrani.
Beautiful imagery
Thanks Pradnya
How beautifully you’ve penned the wandering with a traditional touch.
This is beautiful, ma’am. Love how our vagrant minds can carry us to so many different places and help us to re-live moments.
Thanks Nigika
Thanks Moonmoon for liking my poem
Beautiful expressions, ma’am!💚💚
Thanks Pooja
Beautifully written.
Thanks Charulata
It’s beautiful ❤️
Thanks Parna Sahana
It’s a lovely poem, Sarita Khullar. Your poem details of wanderlust.
Thanks Mumtaz,.