Today in this camp, Future unfolds somewhere else surging
Wind swept leaves a falling
My nomadic wild streak a chasing
Everyone pristine around me unchanging
Wounded, I kept smiling, my roaming greed tormenting
Expecting of blossoming
Up with ties of glances of smiling
Born free, I gather smiles escaping
Beloved foe, the sky is a stranger
Earth too not mine to belong
Clouds of dust are rising
For the love of non belonging---
Jaib Jaalb
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