Kitchen table,
morning shadows,
coffee.
The perception!
a sense of rejection,
a haze of gloom
making the day grey.
The same question keeps repeating itself:
‘What are you doing here in this foreign land?’
‘I was born here!’
‘Yes, but you have been away too long,
you are a stranger now’
Shadows grow longer,
melancholic is the man
who has lost his home land.