Recliner Reminiscences

The nomad…
This nomad had a purpose
Not just to roam but move
A small bagful of money
And a big one full of clothes
And a bit of food, if needed
He moved
Seeing a hungry child, he gave part of his food
Which he shared with a beggar too
A homeless shivering in the cold
Received his gift of some clothes
So too did an uncared for leper
He moved
A pregnant woman in need,
Received some of his money
Part was given to the scared victims
Of a natural calamity
He moved
As he moved, he parted with everything
Nothing but a loin cloth
But a goal in his mind.
He moved.
The sun gave him the energy
The wind his breath
The water quenched his thirst
And he felt no need of anything else
He moved.
Detached and emotionless,
Without temptation or desire and
Without any possessions
Except his one-pointed goal
He moved.
Afger moving for some more time
He merged.