The new gypsy
By Aziz Isa
Rain -
Falling all day.
I am on the train-
Feeling my soul-
Seeing my world.
This might be another year-
Taken away from me again-
Without telling a word.
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But I am the traveller-
The newest gypsy-
Wandering around the world
Finding my way home
Whether it’s snow or rain.
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Heading for my endless destiny-
Leaving behind for two days-
The forgotten Uyghurs’ country.
Humming my miserable tune-
Not I am yet reaching my home…
Half way for my journey.
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But busy with-
Finding a way-
A solution-
For your darkness-
For your misfortune-
To bring you a bright light.
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So my heart with you-
Oh my fathers’ Uyghur land.
It needs an age-
To break the thickness of your horizon.
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And so I am –
The wild storm.
Hovering above my ocean.
But I am -
Far far away again.
From the desert-
From the mountain.
From my fathers’ Uyghur land.
12 May 2010, Enfield, UK
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