My Home Is The World

I feel As if I ride A fast,white cloud. My home Is the world. I sleep In Delhi. I awake In Rome. My home Is the world. Although, I have not A tiny, single home. I feel As if I ride A fast,white cloud. My home Is the world. I fly To the East. I fly To the West. I visit The pyramids, Le Louvre, Taj Mahal. My home Is the world. Although, I have not A tiny,single home. I feel As if I ride A fast, white cloud. My home Is the world. I wander In the Saharas. I cross The seven seas, Like Rimbaud, Roykan, Lorca. My home Is the world. Although, I have not A tiny,single home. I feel As if I ride A fast,white cloud. My home Is the world. I love All the people: Blacks, Yellows, Whites. The lands All are mine. My home Is the world. Although, I have not A tiny,single home. By Arif Khudairi © 2002 Arif Khudairi (All rights reserved) Written April 15th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 09:14 PM PST   10 • 0 • 8