How beautiful was she?
with cheap ornaments.
Wandering from place to place
and no fixed residence.
My nomadic lass
in this cycle of birth and death
I was running behind you
but you never make a glance at me.
I was mesmerized by your melancholy song.
My Gypsy gem at least tell me your name
or may I call you 'Haughty'?
Anyway, your face already tattooed in my heart.
Dedication for unknown Scarborough Gypsy &
Maxim Gorky for his short story 'Makar Chudra'
Nimal, I am almost lost for words. This poem is quite beautiful and I am so flattered and touched that you have dedicated it to me. Thank you very much. I will read more of your work tonight. Kindest regards Gypsy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing piece of writing that allows the love to shine through, well done this is beautiful, Love Duncan