Missing My Home
Look at the coloured clouds
Following the steps of the fading sun
Its chilly this evening
With a slow blow of a wind
Wafting my officially tacked shirt
Again see the harried crowds
Taking home what they've earn
Since this day morning
With or without, don't mind
What rests in their small hut
Take a view to the birds
Singing in a melody as one
Flying as men are running
Wishing the day could rewind
To come again to the start
Animals are fetched in herds
With round belies they run
Armed with cud from grazing
With prepared molars to grind
The food far from reach of rat
Playfully singing children raise me moods
Some singing what they've learn
Jumping and shouting
On giant dunes behind
Setting free each beat of a heart
I miss my daughter's words
Her argument with my son
I miss too my wife, darling
A family that God bind
And I know while away they're hurt
Am a man of different worlds
In total melancholy of what I earn
I miss my home when leaving
For this serious kind
Of attendance to a diplomat
Am about to rest my head on woods
Where I do sleep alone
Till that day of earning
When worm alien wind'll blind
Me from seeing lonely desert!
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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