The Gypsy.
Eternally embracing thy bright light,
guided by intuition be always right.
Fingers twirling at green glowing grass,
this sick society’s labeled to upper-lower class.
And all this painful pain be an illusion,
Won’t you defy thy delusional confusion?
Tell me why the fight o’er whose right.
Or wrong, all be in your head till you drop dead.
I am living, alive and breathing,
feeling His presence, I am unwinding.
Dizzy, dazed or confused, what may I be?
‘Coz I am a gypsy, look at me, I broke free
Let me walk till the very end,
And my soul to never ever bend.
To glow with pride, my mind mend to fight,
'Coz this world's a crazy stage.
Crazy mindset mummified with age,
Then why you look at me like this,
When my charisma chimes in eternal bliss.
Needs quenched by nature, my mother,
Earthy, watery, fiery, my brother.
Why do I go on with a look so forlorn,
To pretend or not, veiling mask before you ask.
You are a soul, complete and whole,
Peaceful and calm like the mighty tree.
Now, close your eyes as I count till three,
'Coz I am a gypsy, look at me, I broke free!
Everyone can venture everywhere, save your mind,
Open your heart, your intuition remains to find.
Not here, not there, He rests on your holy spine,
Connect thy inner eye, let Him shimmeringly shine!
Your body be a temple of the lord,
Won't you let him in peace, attuned at His accord.
The prayers have been answered,
What becomes of You, have you wondered?
Wounded, defeated, battered but not dead,
miles to walk and several stories etched in my head.
Gracious grass glides through my hand,
life slipping through like castles made of sand.
I fear nothing! supplicated under Thy reflection,
attuning my inner self for thee holy communication.
Young youthful forever be me,
Yes! I am a gypsy, my heart's been long set free.
Look at me, I am liberated, but how?
Sweet disposition, living loving now!
Fingers twirl at green glowing grass,
Growing gypsy defying classified class.
And every time my head flows like a Frisbee,
Feels like floating freely across the brim of thy loving sea.
Happiness a choice echoed my voice,
Counting stars and no more darn dollar,
All be bundles of boring printed papers,
Imagining my life to quench my inner will,
Awakened! Seeking divine love for voids to fill.
Mantra chants you must day and night,
Take your focus off the evil useless fight.
Going through ages, plundered and butchered,
All must end, will His love be returned?
Bholenath! You must count till three,
And set the gypsy inside finally free.
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