Having left Sri lanka in 1979 we have lived in the desert sands of Arabia for 30 long years. The journey never ends...
filled with green
swaying in the wind;
like people on the move
arms waving sadly in goodbyes,
telling me a story that someday soon
the journey will end with that final stop;
at that station that seemed so far, far away
only a few decades ago, when we laughed and romped
across those asphalted lanes back home on rickety bicycles,
wielding that cricket ball crashing through someone's glass pane.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
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Written on 2009-11-18 at 08:27
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The Journey
I see treesfilled with green
swaying in the wind;
like people on the move
arms waving sadly in goodbyes,
telling me a story that someday soon
the journey will end with that final stop;
at that station that seemed so far, far away
only a few decades ago, when we laughed and romped
across those asphalted lanes back home on rickety bicycles,
wielding that cricket ball crashing through someone's glass pane.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
Read 630 times
Written on 2009-11-18 at 08:27
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