A Traveller

I'm now wanderer,
A traveler.

No more place to call a home
No more.

No more family to be seen
No more.

No more lover to be loved
No more.

Songs of farewells
Play in my heart.

And oh Lord the Eternal,
I am terrified.

The uncertain future
Have arrived.

I've got no guns,
And got no guts.

It feels just like Hussain,
At the Battle of Karbala.

With only one difference;
I pray I can get back home.

To you.

The Day

The day is the night, and the night is the night.

March

This is, I reckon, the month of March.
The perfect month to begin a march.
Where do I go?
Heaven? Hell?
Really, I just wish I have a place where I can belong
Shelter from this world
Away from the Time
Away from the Date
Away from the All-Seeing Eye.

Yes, I reckon, this is the month of March.
Is the God laughing?