River Bund 9: 50 P.M. Poem by RIC BASTASA

they do not speak your language
neither are they interested in you

you pay for everything
in this search for the cure of your
loneliness

you sail on a dragon
boat along that river

people are teeming
cameras click
on those tall buildings dressed
in colored
lights

there is a journey of lights
but not arriving
at any place

you stand there
holding upon one of those railings
amidst the crowd

there is this revolution going inside your heart
saying ' i do not belong here and
tomorrow on the first flight
i shall take my way
back home'.