Small town grows big
Bigger and stranger
To me it is just a nameless street leads to
my old place now ruined
Dust stirring the air
reflecting grains and colors of their kinds
Yet my beforgotten dreamland
Wind, born in ancient time
Travels a long way but never stopped
My words are Sarira out of it
Landing on papers and turn to blossoms
Taking a closer look, shadows running around old houses like faces
hide and seek in my childhood
Wherever I go in this world
I see my hometown in the front
Why drifting though?
Wind asks, rain drops
From a distance in the field
Comes a handsome young boy wearing
a light of tomorrow on his forehead