They say we are going home,
but home is where we take our last breath.
home is where my heart belongs,
But before I go, I will keep waiting! !
I waited for far too long
for the letter you sent,
I waited everyday at the door step,
waiting for your gentle footstep, those steps of truth
like a tree with different branches,
I hope i did locate your fangs, the language of our people,
but the mail never came
and the letters you wrote,
I didn't see
some say the postman had gone the way of his heart,
others say the postman had lost his way to my home, But-
-just before I go, i sigh a sign of incredible relief,
just before I go, I hope you understand how confused together our time was,
You cannot read, and me i cannot write,
So people dictate how we live our lives,
but just before I go,
No matter how far I roam,
My heart still is locked in-between your delicate walks......
I sadly wish to see the sad words of your letters,
and perhaps a surprise, smile from an unlikely source......
just before I go,
I hope the postman locates my home
for this flesh wrinkles so much for your letter...
Don't hear about me, from people,