To: All those refugees who are wandering on the world’s seas
Seeking refuge at nowhere
Words are flowing in my head
But no river, no sea
To reach
Just a barren land
And I let them disperse.
Without giving root to a poem.
Wise people say,
Life is beautiful
It might be true
But…
What about that boy
Lying down
At a sea shore
With his face down on the earth
As if sleeping in his comfortable bed
In his parents palace at their dream land
Not floating in a sea
Seeking refuge at the bottom of
The sea.
Sept. 26, 2017