Sitting solitarily beside the transparent window Swimming in nostalgia and reminiscence of past Deeming and flying on the wings of fantasy Gazing at the window, thousands of imaginations Stimulating my heart and dancing in my sight. Materializing a crowd of feathered friends Flying with delight, rejoicing independently Leaping here and there, singing, always in commotion But it's tickling my innermost feelings of nostalgia Not possible to make my heart calm and light-hearted. As it's drizzling and sprinkling in an awesome season They are sleeping quietly in their own comfy nests Nestling and slumbering freely and serenely But I am lugubrious, drowning in apologetic ocean
Not possible to curtail my anxiety, sorrow and torments. Surviving as a flightless bird, undergoing refugee life Not possible to rejoice and live peacefully like those creatures As my flying feathers were torn into pieces, kept in cage like a bird As it's a colossal obstacle and precisely apartheid Utterly impossible to reach ultimate destination.
© Mohammed Hamim
