*HOMESICK POEM* Composed by: Alaa B.Elgadi ( 30/10/2014) (Famagusta, North Cyprus) The clock slowly devours time tick after tick, And I feel extremely homesick. Every night I sit down midst blank walls, Yearing for the daily annoying phone calls. Every moment I look at the white wooden door, Expecting an old friends shadow on the floor. Every morning I imagine my mothers pretty face, And my fathers smile carrying the pistol with his briefcase. Every afternoon I go back to my Cypriot flat, Hoping to see a tasty meal and my mother on her prayer mat. Every evening I miss my familys house during the tea time, Remembering each niece and nephews comic crime. Every Friday I hardly seek the spirituality, Yearing for my countrys Islamic reality. Every Monday I go to Eastern Mediterranean University, Remembering my martyred old classmate Omar Wada and Misurata City. Every Thursday when I listen to the rains speech, I feel nostalgia for driving and going on picnics on the beach. Every hot sunny weekend I go back home with a sweaty cap, Fancying myself drinking the local water from my family kitchens tap. Every early morning, Fairouz songs and I have breakfast, Sipping a cup of Nescafé with my lovers names in the quick past. Every minute I long for fininshing my Master study, And travel back to Libya, where my soul waits for my body. But every second I still feel homesick, And North Cyprus clock refuses to be quick.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 16:39:25 +0000
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