Everything Goes On

Everything goes on, nothing remain, Nostalgia's pain the upheaval rumbling Since the start of spring till end of autumn I was dragging nostalgia in my bags: From one exile to another; From house to hospital, From homeland to a stone of homeland, From my mother's voice to my mother, From my father's slap to my father Holding nostalgia on my back: Remembering mistakes, I’d made! My pale features on mirror. My dates which was wiped in vain on our shores or on unknown seas Remembering trees on road, the road A pile's ash, which is beside the road, The golden land, the pale grass, and the forks among the grass. Everything goes on, nothing remain But thy face, the glance of thy eyes The tasty' kiss of thy mouth, The musical' tune of thy name, The purity of thy heart Nothing remain But my tears that withered As shrivels candles, While I was dragging nostalgia in my bags: I was longing to "Ice Cream”, To bitterness in olive, to olive beads, To places I visited, To places that haven't seen, To moments that I missed, Or I'll miss, to this - Blind moment that trembling As the last leaf on the tree Longing to landing, To landings parachutes, To walking barefoot, To observe the sunrise, To observe the sunset when goes on, As my life, goes on now I am dying... Written by © Fatima Nusairat