Where the skies are pink
\nAnd purple
\nWhere the bush is sparse and dry
\nThere live a handsome people
\nClose to nature
\nWe may sigh
\nTo see them under tractors
\nWith their hound
\nAnd children too
\nWith their pretty clothes
\nAnd jewellery
\nEvery shade of blue
\nOf red of green a vibrancy
\nA melodious refrain
\nThese are simple people
\nWith their gait and dance of gain<\/p>\n
They love to dance, a frenzy
\nSuch excitement they create
\nEach a unique splendour
\nThe bodies do vibrate
\nCapturers of cobra’s
\nWho uniquely feel compelled
\nTo share their frightening dspostion
\nToxicity stilled welled
\nUp within their being
\nWithdrawn and shown to be
\nUtterly partbof gypsy life
\nAnd just being free<\/p>\n
The kalybeliyida people
\nAre much closer to the earth
\nFor them hindi is serious
\nThey worship with so much worth
\nAnd they so become their master
\nAble to control
\nAble to rid the villages
\nAnd nullify their role..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where the skies are pink And purple Where the bush is sparse and dry There live a handsome people Close to nature We may sigh To see them under tractors With their hound And children too With their pretty clothes … Continue reading