The Journey Poem by Fazli Sameer

I see trees
filled with green
swaying in the wind;
like people on the move
arms waving sadly in goodbyes,
telling me a story that someday soon
the journey will end with that final stop;
at that station that seemed so far, far away
only a few decades ago, when we laughed and romped
across those asphalted lanes back home on rickety bicycles,
wielding that cricket ball crashing through someone’s glass pane.

(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia,2007)