By Me the homeless and anxious
Far away from my own homeland;
Far to such extend that is infinite
Not a slight fragrance of motherland
Nor is there an assembly of people
Everyone is for oneself
For me there is merely
Gathered some memories in shawl;
Tied up the memories with a shawl
I have contemplated countlessly that
I’m incomparable and worthless
Me like a paper in a light wind
Moves not rearward nor heads up
When I reminisce my homeland at times,
I sit, put in writing out
The quite conscious I am
I deem myself wrong and guilty
To me sometimes,
Thoughts hold me to inquiry
Why have you so run away?
I content responding to me;
I’ve fled from the tense shades of life
I’ve fled from the innocent shades
I’ve fled from the cumbersome shades
I’ve fled from the teary shades
I’ve fled from the fruitless shades
I’ve fled from the mourning shades
Hence, I am away, far away from you.
Kaleem Bewas
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