By Ghulam Al Sharifi

We are another part of nature
reborn like so many rainbows,
or like clouds moving in flocks.

From one place to another
we migrate to discover the world,
and to reproduce.

Flying above the skies,
cross the oceans,
landing in new cities,
our life never becomes boring.

But ever so often,
we miss going back to our birthplace.

A place we can never forget;
our home.

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