the name without a place
- himanshu2887
- Nov 21, 2021
- 1 min read
born in the centre of the world
umbilical cord travels to the moon
an eternally travelling destiny
the orbit twisted, broken, curled
the ancient laws of physics rule
centripetal, centrifugal forces
ever moving, no place to rest
no time for the heels to cool
wanderlust is not really a crime
despite the dashed hopes, broken hearts
hardly my fault if all around there is
much to see and do, oh so little time
dazzling array of choices on the shelf
i love them apples and those peaches
mostly, its all good but sometimes
the spirit of the nomad haunts itself
plans to realise visions grand
the world for taking, like an oyster
endless skies the unending limit
yet, no place to call hearth and...
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