The Presence
I am at my very beginning old shelter,
Yet I feel very lonely,
Is it something which missed my heart?
Churn'd my smooth heart.
I am like a cassowary bird
Chunk'd from flying.
I lay down on my cot with closed eyes,
Yet a pair of twinkling eyes never leave me,
Is it something which missed my heart?
Oh I yearn for you.
A home to my heart is far away
As if vanished in the deep blue sea.
I tried to sit and write,
Yet a speed calligraphic hand crossed my mind,
Is it something which missed my heart?
I knew my future lays await.
Someone who is waiting for my homecoming
Whose in his heart is my home.
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