The Gypsy

the joy of living free, as free as a bird......
Here it goes....

I pass the paths, only broken so far,
lost somewhere in the speedy, destined cars.
As free as the rag-pickers, I recite my song,
expectant of little courtesy, only pennies do throng.
A little bread from here and there,
some smile, while others do glare.
Have begged everything, but smiles, from all,
not settled like homes, my life does not crawl.
No belongings, no property, no greed, no lust,
no longings, no woes, no ageing, no rust.
Orphaned, young, the rules of a home were devoid,
i have roamed since then, witnessing sorrows, joys in life's ellipsoid.
Oblivious of what goes on, in the world,
I search for the joy, where they search for the gold.
The boulevards, lonely and curved,
beg me to settle, have my family and raise some cattle.

But then, the spirit shall be lost,
surprises and adventures gone with responsibilities' frost.
I shall continue my un-aimed tourney,
unfettered, unscathed, unfazed by temptations,
to bring about the smiles on faces that see me.