The new gypsy

by Aziz Isa

Rain -

Falling all day.

I am on the train-

Feeling my soul-

Seeing my world.

This might be another year-

Taken away from me again-

Without telling a word.

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But I am the traveller-

The newest gypsy-

Wandering around the world

Finding my way home

Whether it’s snow or rain.

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Heading for my endless destiny-

Leaving behind for two days-

The forgotten Uyghurs’ country.

Humming my miserable tune-

Not I am yet reaching my home…

Half way for my journey.

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But busy with-

Finding a way-

A solution-

For your darkness-

For your misfortune-

To bring you a bright light.

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So my heart with you-

Oh my fathers’ Uyghur land.

It needs an age-

To break the thickness of your horizon.

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And so I am –

The wild storm.

Hovering above my ocean.

But I am –

Far far away again.

From the desert-

From the mountain.

From my fathers’ Uyghur land.

May 12, 2010, Enfield, UK

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