blazeofglory
01-15-2008, 10:58 AM
My country? No, I have no country
Yet for the sake of a temporary identity
Yes I do have a country,
Fragmented ideals, blurred dreams of a nation birthed a nation
You call it nation or homeland
My name? It speaks little of me
Not of what constitutes me
The real me, the inside me, the stuff me
My family? A temporal, an association
A forced hodgepodge
My education? Nothing of value but a mixed bag of rubbishes
My world ? A speck, a dust that gets lost in the eddy of undercurrents or whirlwinds.
My God? Something to take refuge in, a temporary asylum, not an end
My religion? A dividing line, a borderline that smears a million innocent souls
My existence? That never unfolds, for I am part of the flows and that sets everything in flux.
My origins and end? Misted.
What am I? Like sheets of clouds afloat eternally out of which thousand and one dreams are woven
Into personalities and ideals.
Yet for the sake of a temporary identity
Yes I do have a country,
Fragmented ideals, blurred dreams of a nation birthed a nation
You call it nation or homeland
My name? It speaks little of me
Not of what constitutes me
The real me, the inside me, the stuff me
My family? A temporal, an association
A forced hodgepodge
My education? Nothing of value but a mixed bag of rubbishes
My world ? A speck, a dust that gets lost in the eddy of undercurrents or whirlwinds.
My God? Something to take refuge in, a temporary asylum, not an end
My religion? A dividing line, a borderline that smears a million innocent souls
My existence? That never unfolds, for I am part of the flows and that sets everything in flux.
My origins and end? Misted.
What am I? Like sheets of clouds afloat eternally out of which thousand and one dreams are woven
Into personalities and ideals.