04/09/2026
On road and off road, The Gypsy Trail.
Through sunshine and dust, where wild breezes blow.
From Agra to Awagarh, through countryside wide,
Every little journey was a memorable ride.
Through the jungles of Guna, the Gypsy would roar,
Along rugged tracks where we watched the wild boar.
Through scrubland and forest, each drive brought a thrill,
With wilderness calling beyond every hill.
Then trips to Awagarh Fort, majestic and tall,
Through old gates and pathways that still seem to call.
The Gypsy rolled onward through village and field,
And Danny the Retriever, our cheerful old crew.
Then picnics with cousins, with laughter and tea,
Cricket and chatter beneath a shady tree.
The dogs running freely, the Gypsy close by—
Those carefree old days beneath Awagarh's sky.
Past lakes and old ramparts, through woodland we’d stray,
Watching and waiting at break of the day.
Then a flash through the bushes, majestic and bright—
A Ranthambore tiger, an unforgettable sight.
We watched in amazement, in silence and awe,
The king of the jungle that finally we saw.
And driving back home as the daylight grew dim,
We carried forever that memory of him.
❤️ More than a poem about a vehicle or the places it travelled, The Gypsy Trail celebrates childhood, family, friendship and the freedom of the open road. It remembers an unhurried time when journeys mattered as much as destinations—and when every dusty trail became a story that would be carried home and treasured forever.
