I am the child of the East,
Citizen of no mans land.
I don’t fit in the borders
I have no map in my hands.
I let my heart be my compass,
My guide is the endless sky.
What is to be is what comes
Enough for me is my now.
Don’t preach me, believe you not,
Don’t see colors, don’t know words,
My heart lays in the unseen,
And stories no one heard.
I look at you with no rules
Coz being human is to love,
To be humane is to know
There are plots you never told,
There is a wound you never showed.
Preach you not, I am no better,
I am a passerby in time
Taking chances, writing letters
Of my journey and hidden crimes.
Tell me not I don’t belong,
I know it already too well.
If my trip is to be long
I have a tale I wanna tell.
I don’t belong but I walk my walk,
I don’t need rug to talk to God.
The Earth is my prayer mat,
And the whole world is my mosque.

20.10.24
🖊️ Lily the Passerby