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, this is a lovely poem, full of sympathy and understanding for the life of a gypsy. Bob
oh rittyji its such a beautiful poem...levitation if ever it was i could write a few pages straight on this..... but suffice...its very very beautiful p[oetry...and i really enjoyed it cheers and ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Opening stanza is very nice.........none can penetrate her loneliness......; you mean mind enjoys the loneliness to hold her head regal n high?