I have
set my sail
to
that landscape
Which
is on other side of mountain waves
The
Stars are the mentor
Their
twinkle is guiding me hour by hour
I
am nigh to reach
When
and where I know neither
As my
glance dwindles;
The
more i see the more
The
miles elongate,
The
sight of the shore fades
On and
on
I row
and row to a distance long.
Athens
has come, nearby is Rome.
Beloved!
How far is my home?
The
search lights are black in the middle
They
are now wary of bidding farewells.
The
empty envelopes in my attic
\
are
eyeing the tides since ages
Awaits
the food Ma has cooked
Awaits
her eyes which no one has wiped
Those
ruins which lords and ladies have denied
I
wish to tell them
They
are still gay and grand
My
hands long to brush
From
them their dust
In
this enormous infiniteness
The
desire is to
Lay
beneath the soil of my own
Beloved!
How far is my Home?
Paras Ali/2018
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