In empty airports, farewell to thee.
Farewell the clouds awaiting forever,
As a blushing skyline is wasted, on
Concrete cracked with dreams of poets.

On empty parchments, farewell to thee
Farewell the quills dipped in open wounds,
As hopeful mornings are wasted, on
Neck-scarves scarred with cigarette stubs.

From empty mansions, farewell to thee
Farewell the bricks of sweat crusted crumbs,
As the shining glasses are wasted, on
Men blinded with acid burns.

But,

From bursting heartbeats, welcome to thee,
Welcome the branches of the jasmine's smile,
As the three paragraphs above will be wasted, on
Love smiling at the cusp of dusk.