Nomadic Winds

Nomadic winds
Whisper in your ears,
Come away, once again,
Don’t fret their tears

Intrepid climber,
Free bird of yore,
Freeways beckon,
Can’t resist their allure

You broke the rules,
Favored caprice,
Sought success,
But found no peace

Now she awaits you,
Beaming toddler by her side,
Gypsy of all gypsies,
Could this be the last ride?

© Pragya Thakur

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