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.