east Poem traditional west.

The Nomad I Am

I am a nomad

a little mad

traditionally clad

wherever I go

I do not stoop low or ever bow.sari traditional

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.