i am not from
here yet i wonder
why i am
still here
a sense of home is
singing
it is whistling
for me
i do not want
doing this
but i still wonder
why i still
do this
i envy those who
know where they want
to go
and where they are from
and they who know
their family line
those who come from
the sea
have long swam to its
navel
those who know there
come from the line of birds
had long flown
to that far away horizon
i do not like it
here but i am still here
perhaps stuck
i must not live here
i do not belong here
i must have betrayed myself
depriving it of
its much deserved compassion
i want to go but i can't
i do not want to stay
but i cannot
wait for me, we look alike.
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