My Homeland
MY HOMELAND
People say that a man without a homeland
is a dry tree without roots,
but I tell you:
"I do not want to be a heartless,
soulless,
and mindless tool.
To a poet, such a homeland
is a prison and violent submission.
The poem is my homeland,
and a verse is mankind."
The world wonders:
"What does a poem mean to a poet,
is a poet equally important to you
like a homeland?"
I believe in only one homeland.
In the invisible one we build
on our thoughts and our love
all by ourselves and in ourselves.
The poem is always stronger than any notion.
I tell you:
"Tomorrow, the day after,
tens, hundreds, thousands of
poems
shall bloom here, in this shelf,
and each of them shall be dear to me
like the first one."
And I know, someday,
somewhere, sometime,
someone shall pull out that shelf,
and I will know that this poem shall
travel
and travel...
until She eventually finds it,
because, the true and only
homeland
of the human heart is
love.
Walter William Safar ©
Copyright © Walter W. Safar | Year Posted 2011
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