NOMAD

I am just an another nomad!!

The world is full of needs,
hue and cry of extraordinary deeds,
where life is an ocean,
and full of devotion.

The tainted, scattered and whimsical devour,
disrupted, petrubed and disdained to detour,
death is inevitable and time locked,
happiness, griefs and pains are at doorknock,

Rented soul has to fly,
time and again they need to cry,
flying birds requires no care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

Nomadic thoughts are waste and futile,
arresting them cannot be excercised,
The ships at the harbour,sun at the horizon or, the cuckoos at the willow,
all speaks of destiny and hitherto,
let the world share joy and care,
not being a nomad is too rare.