Nomad Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Nomad, where your your home,
Where your destination,
Who to be with,
What your own,
What not,
Nomad?

I see you
On the platform,
At the bus stop,
Into the lanes
Asking for alms,
Gong with!

Nomad,
Nomad,
Where your home,
What your identity,
Where your land
You belong to,
What your purpose of life?

Into the strong sun,
Under the starlight
Facing the hot sun,
The colder nights
Lie you,
Lie you under the trees,
On the platforms,
At the bus stops
Living your life!

Nomad,
Nomad,
Your daughters and sons
Dishevelled
And tangled-haired,
Wearing clumsy dress
Without the hair oil,
Without the cosmetics,
Half-fed, half-clothed,
How to take to, take to?

Nomad,
Nomadic my heart,
Nomadic my soul!