Wandering Echoes: A Banjara's Journey Poem by Ayush Bhatt

Through the winding roads of life, I roam,
A wanderer, a Banjara, far from home,
For life is a travel, a journey untamed,
And time, a companion whose face is unnamed.

In the embrace of sunrise, I set my stride,
Embarking on paths, where destinies reside,
With each step forward, memories I collect,
Moments carved in my heart, I protect.

The hills, my teachers, their wisdom profound,
I learn from their peaks, where echoes resound,
They whisper secrets of strength and endurance,
As I traverse landscapes with humble assurance.In the bustling cities, I find vibrant souls,
People like chapters in stories untold,
They paint the tapestry of cultures and hue,
Each encounter a lesson, both old and anew.

Time, a tapestry of faces, ever changing,
Some swift as the wind, others slow and aging,
They guide and shape me, as we walk hand in hand,
An ephemeral dance, a fleeting band.

With the setting sun, I pause to reflect,
On the footprints left behind, moments select, The laughter, the tears, the love and the strife,
All woven together in the tapestry of life.

But the Banjara within me yearns to move on,
To embrace the unknown, where new stories are drawn,
For the road is my canvas, the sky my companion,
As I chase the horizon, a free-spirited canyon.

So let me wander, let me be,
A nomad, a traveler, forever free,
For life is a travel, a dance in the breeze,
And I, a Banjara, shall roam as I please.