Barefoot, every morning they appear.
 Skirts floor length and bodice laced and netted.
Necks shell like and ivory clad.
 Dangling hoops , careening with indolent gait.
Kohl eyes and a nose ring
Silver in arms, legs jangling.
Serenely settling on tuft and mud
Selling bangles and coverlets hand spun.
Flamboyant and lively
Singing with passion and abandon
in carnivals and fairs
unpredictable lives
sometimes here, next time nowhere.
Quaint and earthy
the gypsies leave no trails.