this body is the home,
of a gypsy mind
this mind is always alone.!
it's home, under the blue sky,
family, the people,
on the road.
she ventures out early
here and there,
looking for water and air.
in summer, she is darkened and tired
some incidents, hammer her mind
sorrow chokes her breath
she cannot escape, her helplessness.
she is a outsider to the world.
a gypsy!
she is different than the others.
no obligations to any one.
sorrow, happiness
wishes and dreams
are of no consequence.
a prisoner, in her cell
none can penetrate her loneliness
she holds her head
regal and high.!
ritty patnaik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gypsy-life/
