Sometimes I feel,
since long
I am looking for a home.
I feel,
life is a nomad
till I find it.
Sometimes
I go farther and farther
on the narrow
village dirt road
Looking for it.
How long
I will be looking for it,
I forgot yet
life is transient.
This is a beautiful poem on home having haunting expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.
Looking for home! ! A place of love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think of my home! It's a good work!