Bark from a tree lays flat on the road.
From the hurricane which brought it abode.
Walking through the ruins.
I noticed in disdain,
Raindrops trickling off leaves from previous rain.
Animals gallivanting aimlessly,
Yet I walk peacefully.
Where is my home?
I feel lost no matter however I roam.
The grass is burnt from the land fire.
Acres a stretch beyond further.
I continue in search of closure.
Bypassing homes broken by this disaster.
I wonder for how long I will continue.
Amidst it all, I seemed to have lost you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem