I am a Nomad

                              I am a Nomad

                                    I am  a nomad,I wander

                                    I cant stay long anywhere

                                     I cant breathe the same air for long

                                     nor can live on the same food

                                    so I wander from place to place

                                        in search of different breeze

                                       I don't like to be tied

                                        by the chain of emotions 

                                         that are like the preserved wine

                                     I don't hear the cries of past

                                            nor I itch going back

                                     I don't expect and regret

                                       I am just a nomad

                                             I wander from place to place

                                       seeking joy,as soon as i suck  honey

                                     like a floating butterfly

                                   I fly in search of another pretty flower

                          I cant stay,I don't survive if am always on land

                                   my mind is not programed to live in tedium

                           but to explore the pleasure & seek the hidden

                            I neither listen nor do the golden tales of past

                                        I am just a nomad

                                 I wander from place to place

                                         in search of joy

                                           I pity over the life of preserved mangoes

                               poor souls die in salinity

                       I admire the life 0f cherries,the blessed souls;live sweet

                                      I pity the life of those mere festoons

                          and I admire the life of those thorny shrubs

                           Life bottled is a misery or a horror story

                                    I cant fill that page of history

                                        with my horror story

                                    so I wander from place to place like a butterfly

                            I am a nomad,cause I stay only when I die.....