Kooch

Bewildered,

I watched the horse

Dressed in travel gear

Impatient to take off

The nomad ready

To begin his journey

He needs nothing

No one to bid farewell

No worries about a home

Which was but a tent

Already waiting on the horse

No fears

No worries

No love left behind

And what there was

He didn’t claim

The horse shifts

Impatient for greener turfs

The nomad jumps on his horse

Waiving goodbye

Greeting the road ahead

Looking forward

And never back

And I think

I could be a nomad, no?

The nomad says I’m free

I could be free, no?

The nomad says I want nothing

I could want nothing, no?

The nomad says I love none

And I bid him Godspeed

For I love much and many

Even the nomad, but

A horse,

A road,

A tent,

Could take me far not

For I am anchored by love.

Kooch is the seasonal travels of a nomadic tribe to areas with better climate.

Photo from Getty Images by AFP.