(N.N.Pal)
We are Nomad, but no mad,
Think not the life is very sad.
Antique lands we chance to go,
Land, aqua and life, we do know.
Globe is full with so many things,
We are all tied with the strings .
Feast of a life one must taste,
Dip in deep hue to make best.
We have no home, not any land,
No time have we in our hand.
We have no mind for a leisure,
As we know the wander pleasure.
Within four walls a good plate,
Feast of your life makes it great.
Inside a fine net a good sleep,
Swirling air-fan makes it deep.
In us you find civility nil,
We think it an eventful still.
You have no taste that we get,
Think and be happy with your state.
We are ready to bid 'Good-bye',
Forest calls us, calls blue sky.
We have call from upland stream,
You sleep in home, we have dream.
Word Notes :
Nomad - A race of human beings who have no fix home and they wander from place to place for living.
Antique -Unknown.
Aqua - Water.
Leisure - Rest.
Civility - Decency.
