In a Foreign Language

In foreign language /

a mere sentence /

utters like a poem’s verse, /

mysterious, retains /

a taste of wandering /

on the lips. /

The tone strung its cords /

from the heart’s core /

into the Sky covered /

with yearning lanes /

The words take off, /

away they fly /

like plains /

like erring satellites, /

Yet when I said I will return /

I didn’t trust my own words, /

Apart from earthly Loneliness /

in hundred foriegn Tounges, /

the Heart is a forsaken airfield /

for grounded passage Birds.