River Bund 9: 50 P.m.

they do not speak your language
neither are they interested in you

you pay for everything
in this search for the cure of your
loneliness

you sail on a dragon
boat along that river

people are teeming
cameras click
on those tall buildings dressed
in colored
lights

there is a journey of lights
but not arriving
at any place

you stand there
holding upon one of those railings
amidst the crowd

there is this revolution going inside your heart
saying ' i do not belong here and
tomorrow on the first flight
i shall take my way
back home'.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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