I was hiding something <br />some underneath my pillow <br />some in my closet that I'll never open <br />and some at places that I never know <br />These were the thoughts that never leave me alone. <br /> <br />They originated from a gypsy heart <br />some asked 'what is that? ' <br />Its not American, African, Indian or Italian <br />its my gypsy heart without a companion <br />sometimes its big sometimes small <br />Depends on where the feet stop where I am not called <br /> <br />Gypsy heart does not owe anything <br />but needs everything <br />it ponders on things unimaginable <br />hates to explain, so please excuse its incorrigible <br />its filled with emotions that never die <br />they only evaporate causing a high <br /> <br />no one is an enemy, no one is a friend <br />it treats everyone alike as biasness is an offence <br />its consumed with wildness like fire <br />there is no cure for this intoxication cant hurt the divine <br />only wandering is defined <br />its not a sin not the usual punishable crime.<br /><br />KUNAL SETH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gypsy-heart/
