It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

The Nomad I Am

The way I travel.

I am a nomad

a little mad

traditionally clad

wherever I go

I do not stoop low or ever bow.

I have no home

as the world is my home

have a home in east

have a home in west

have homes everywhere

Wherever I go

I sit at home

that be my world

see the words

write them in gold.

It could be me here

could be me there

I wonder who am I?

know not for a while

soon recollect in style.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

I feel like one 😀

Reblogged this on Window With A View and commented:
Loved it Meena, I always felt and still feel like one old nomad 😊