Wilful Vagabond Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi
Wilful Vagabond
Uprooted and repotted
Just so many times
I don't remember
Feel of Earth
True home
Has been denied
Every time
I have tried my best
Build A little nest of mine
Gale and storm
Floods and earthquakes
Razed it, they were so unkind
So now I just pitch my tent
When not on the move
Where ever I reach in time
I have no place to call my own
No territory well defined
But I do belong to nowhere land
For every where Sun shines
And every where the moon does show
No place for structured shrines
Lovely poem, solid foundations maybe... But what life experience and great poetry comes out of the block. Yes the cliche white picket fence sounds oh so wonderful.. But how boring... Lifes too short for boring, only long enough for great tales of adventure, love attained love lost, poetry written of each of these moments. Its the moments... Ahhh the moments that are memory.. But i do agree in finding solidarity in yourself. Therefore every step you take may be adventure or unknown, but its solid.
A sad tale. Maybe you should put good solid foundations in place next time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:15:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for the encouraging words and reading my poem