Missing Home

A poem by Nematullah A.

Sometimes I want to walk aimlessly
Sometimes I want to disappear
Disappear into nowhere
Feel the sun on my face
Stare at the heavens at midnight
Wander in the morning when all are asleep
Stare at the sunset
When Allah watches me beneath his heavens
Watches how my Allah Akbar is different from theirs
Sometimes I want to go back in the past
I wish I could re-invent the moments
Being with my family beneath a tree
To drink a cup of green tea
To laugh endlessly
Spread the love
Share the melancholia
Sitting around a campfire
Burning hatred in it
Growing love the next morning
Sometimes I just miss home