Thoughts of a Nomad

Life with no fixed plans,

With nothing ending up owning you,

Nobody to answer to,

Taking nobody’s responsibility,

Not growing roots in one place,

Instead, growing wings to fly,

Fly to distant horizons,

How will it all be?

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How will it be not to be trapped by any dogma?

Pursuing one’s own way

Into the unknown,

Taking a road not taken,

How will it be?

It all looks fun

To be free,

Free like the wind,

Only that we are not wind.

To live this nomadic life!

Yet, we do have nomads

Who can best tell us on nomadic thoughts.

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©Pushmaotee Subrun

Mauritius

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About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education in 1993. After her retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and Culture. She has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

8 thoughts on “Thoughts of a Nomad

  1. Sunita Singh

    Yes, don’t we all want to be nomads, free like the wind..but we are not wind. Lovely poem!

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    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      Your comment has made my day dear poet Vijay! Thank you! …My poem is just a wishful thinking!

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  2. amitapaul

    An “ if only “ poem, that invites a “ what if “ response .
    I see myself as a rooted nomad : rooted in a simple life but ideologically and imaginatively free to explore new vistas all the time and to go wherever my fancy takes me in creativity .

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    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      You are right dear poet Amita…my mind also is a rover during all my waking hours…and the more so when involved in writing…

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  3. Madhumathy

    The poem celebrates ,the free footloose ,care free life of a nomad .But our thoughts are free to roam like a nomad which she concludes is indeed a saving factor.

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