Walter W. Safar Poet I do not know?

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 ©

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