To those feel homeless

[Mohammad Ahmad]

To those feel homeless:
My poem discusses their homesickness
MMA

For what shall I live a strange?
As my life converted to be a cage
Far away without home
Deserted without a heritage
Each small baby
I would like to kiss his cheek
And often I tremble and shake
Like a weak bough
Inclines shaggily in air
Vainly I roamed the streets
As a migrant bird
I come and return
Each grain of sand
It would remind me,
An ardent homesick
Shivering until bone
Weakly I look to dawn
Where could I find thee?
Looking right and left
I feel puzzling and odd
Where shall I put my feet?
I hear myself whispering
As it was heated and boiling
Naked chests always I meet
No rose I smell but your scent
With each breath of air I smell
I remember my friends
My nation and my birthplace
To what shalt I stay homeless?
When do the ships come back?
Before sunset,
O, my country
Would I smell thy scent?