What would I do in an alien land
Who had lived a life in an island?
A humble village surrounded with fields
Echoes of gushing waters in the greens
When I look up, I feel scared
To watch the neon light’s glare
I prefer seeing stars in pathless distances
I don’t need to see huge palaces
Nor a mansion, I prefer
humble cottage much I prefer
I would like to sit in a cozy chair
At dusk with the old dog’scare
Watching the evening light fading;
And flock of birds singing;
to their little nests rushing
I would like to think of yesteryears
But not to live them again.
Occasionally I would prefer
The company of friends ‘dear
For the hope of after life
Willing to forgive offenders
And to love my neighbors
Though they block the path
growing trees along the fence
- Anula Peramune