My old Village

When I was heartbroken
Ready to loose my breath
My legs lost the strength to move ahead
My hands forgot to embrace
Words vanished from my mouth
I became the statue of flesh and blood

Then you came to my dream
Showed me the Omen
Green fields
Cool breeze
Happy waterfalls
You gave me new life to cherish

I am coming to you again
To be embraced in your bosom
To inhale the fresh grass and earth
To spread my wings and dance like a crane
To sing a song of love
To celebrate my new life
I am coming...




Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 08:46

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Zoya Zaidi
When far away from land,
Down and out and in a trance,
Heart heavy and nothing stands,
Life seems to come full circle and brands
your souls with a big black hole
Then there is nothing like coming home...

(((Beautifully captured feeeling of yearning for home, Uma)))
I can completely relate to this, I have done that once myself...
*hugs*
Love, Zoya
2007-05-20