Amidst the bitter monotony of life
The hustle-bustle of the same city,
My heart silently yearns for freedom
To be liberated like the eastern wind;
I long to abandon all worldly strings
And live as a gypsy.
The snow-capped mountains summon me at dawn
My feet tickles to walk over the mustard fields,
Rains of faraway land sings me a lullaby
They tell me to merge tenderly with Nature;
I cry for a chance in life
To live as a gypsy.
I wish to go for long treks in the day
Jot down my experiences in a tent at night,
Learn great lessons, meet instrumental people
Make Life my teacher and Nature my guide;
I yearn to spread my wings
Hear them call me the gypsy girl.
No emotional baggage, no attachment
Only living life in the present moment,
Dancing in the hills gracefully
Singing with the waves gleefully;
That's what I want to be
A bohemian, a gypsy girl!
This poem is written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Freedom