Nomadic Verses

I think this is not the mood to be..

But nomads have neither moods nor place.

Living every single day

In its single - limitless way

A life where one day melts into the other

But forms a mosaic on the sands of time

Were he to barter even a day in this time

He wouldn’t give one for a million or a dime!

His wings might be clipped for flight

But sky is not the limit for him

Rising falling in his own emotions,

A nomad goes a thousand excursions..

Happy with the freedom of one

Bound with chains of none

He feels it flowing under his veins

Nomadic tunes of dunes and rains.