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.
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