Vagrant Thoughts

My mind wanders

From place to place,

Along with the caravan of thoughts,

Like a gypsy woman

Tending her sheep,

Climbing the mountains,

Cooking food in earthenware,

Building a fire out of twigs

Singing a wild song of longing

Or of romance

It stays not at one place

Restless, agitated moves on,

Sometimes seen splashing water,

In a shallow river where silver fish jump

And plop back,

Or watching twinkling stars flowing

Down the stream

Laughs with the zyphers

with thunder it screams

Gets lost in layers of time

humming a forgotten rhyme

of years bygone !

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