Uprooted and repotted
Just so many times
I don't remember
Feel of Earth
True home
Has been denied

Every time
I have tried my best
Build A little nest of mine
Gale and storm
Floods and earthquakes
Razed it, they were so unkind

So now I just pitch my tent
When not on the move
Where ever I reach in time
I have no place to call my own
No territory well defined

But I do belong to nowhere land
For every where Sun shines
And every where the moon does show
No place for structured shrines

Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

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