The Life of A Gypsy Girl

Born and then taken away.
She learnt to see the world.
Adapt herself to it.
Then again taken away.

To a land unknown.
With the seeds yet not sown.

She began to knew what friends are.
But again taken away to a far off land.
A land unknown.
Again.
She took her life as it came.
She never felt its pain.
The pain of being a wanderer.

She knew never would she have the stability.
She knew she could never love.
She had it inscribed on her mind.
She knew she could never live with regrets.
Because she never had one.

She laughed, she spread cheer!
She played, she frolicked.

But one day she loved.
She loved like no one could.
She felt life was stable.
She knew what life was.
Ready to take any risk in life.

She lived, she loved, she knew what meant for her.
But then again things were taken away from her.
Her life, her happiness, her smile, her charm.
Was all taken away.

She once stood tall with respect and dignity
But again it was all taken away from her.
Her reason to live, her self respect.
All snatched away from her.

The reason being the reason of wandering.
And then again she realised.
Wandering is her fate.
Everything has to be taken away.
Things are destined to go.

She knows all she has is to go away.
Far away.
Beyond the reach.
Beyond anyone can ever imagine.
After all its her destiny....