Though I have home, I am homeless.
Sorrow, happiness - both I have met .
My head is book, memories and pages
for the days of past, days I haven’t lived.
Why is that, merciful Dad, tell me?
Like an ant, wild, I am wandering!
Days, years, centuries, pacify me.
I have home, why I’m homeless, I’m asking?
Where’s the comfort and the distant peace,
I want to find, the yearning- it is forever
I search, but lost in life and feel the breeze.
I have home, but will I be homeless ever?
Tears are not passing me by, one is rolling
down my cheek that I will never find the home!
As a blind man amongst the crowd - wandering,
I will be lost, sunken and one day - turn into stone.Other Poems:
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