this body is the home, 
                  of a gypsy mind
                  this mind is always alone.! 
                  it's home, under the blue sky, 
                    family, the people, 
                   on the road.
                  
                  she ventures out early
                   here and there, 
                   looking  for water and air.
                  in summer, she is darkened and tired
                   some incidents, hammer her mind
                   sorrow chokes her breath
                    she cannot escape, her helplessness.
                    she is a outsider to the world.
                      a gypsy! 
                      she is different than the others.
                    no obligations to any one.
                    sorrow, happiness
                    wishes and dreams
                     are of no consequence.
                      a prisoner, in her cell
                      none can penetrate her loneliness
                       she holds her head 
                        regal and high.!                
Ritty, this is a lovely poem, full of sympathy and understanding for the life of a gypsy. Bob
oh rittyji its such a beautiful poem...levitation if ever it was i could write a few pages straight on this..... but suffice...its very very beautiful p[oetry...and i really enjoyed it cheers and ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Opening stanza is very nice.........none can penetrate her loneliness......; you mean mind enjoys the loneliness to hold her head regal n high?