The Gypsy

Gypsy juggling all the way

Broken thoughts, fates' shackles - away.

 A colourful wagon drives my home

Cheery me is people’s fantasy gnome.

I sing from pages of my travel trove

Those surely make ‘least animals groove.

A wanderer and lover of the country side

I swing by brooks in my Romany pride.

Children dream of my dreamy tales

I rest with the winds where moonlight trails.

I chant the song of life for the worried class

They call me a jester and let my lesson pass.

I am blissful on the inside and on the out

I let my steps wander without freckles of doubt.

There is so much more and so much less

For a wanderer like me, the world is my palace.

I take a turn and then go straight

Then a small spring and some castle’s gate;

Kings and queens let people see me

As a far land being, with magic worth a peek!

Kings are gone but I still roam

No pride but a trip to find some dome

Where old still breathe, the magical days

I am a gypsy and will be, but now need to find my place.

Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.- picture courtesy google :)