A Pickpocket Poem by Enver Hamit

Not knowing who I am
Not seeing where I am
Not believing who they are
I seek my broken heart
I seek my ruined body
I seek my forgotten soul
In your pocket!

It's not my hand that touching you
It's not your pocket that I am searching
It's not you and me that is seen
It's life and death that fighting
In your pocket!

I believe my dignity is there
I believe my identity is there
I believe my possibility is there
I believe my territory is there
In your pocket!