We Are All Nomads Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Nomads we all are,
Right after the birth,
Each turns into a traveller,
On the surface of the earth.

Changing stations ever,
With countless dreams,
Amid elation and fear,
Amid shadows and gleams.

Like changing stations, some change places,
Some others change countries,
Ever hectic in the races,
Heaping in mind myriad stories.

A few grab that pensive star,
Others just fall short,
Reaching so near,
With or no support.

Hats off to those nomads,
Who translate nothingness,
Into everything acting like gallant comrades,
Hats off to their buoyancy priceless.