The Journey
I see trees
filled with
green
swaying in
the wind;
like people
on the move
arms waving
sadly in goodbyes,
telling me
a story that someday soon
the journey
will end with that final stop;
at that
station that seemed so far, far away
only a few
decades ago, when we laughed and romped
across
those asphalted lanes back home on rickety bicycles,
wielding
that cricket ball crashing through someone’s glass pane.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
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