Exodous Poem by Mohammad Younus

'Aspire to return to my native home -
After long many years' exodus,
I live in a muddy inn listening to -
The rain falling in the distant garden,
A muddy home of elements four -
Earth, air, fire, and water,
No robe, two breaths is all I have,
I light my lamp and sit to listen the flute,
Sitting in meditation in my Hermitage,
All night all day constantly gazing - outside...
...through the skylight,
Inside, poignant memories of -
Those days in the eternal home.

Mykoul