You have not
found the place
you belong to
but you have
your dreams
in an overhang
like open umbrella
sometimes
you want to snarl
in submission
but suffocate
the mind
denying approbation
and yet
you keep
looking
because the place
is waiting
just for you
like a shrine
in captivity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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