The Greatest Journey

STRANGER ON HIS OWN LAND

by rado gatchalian

the Word says we are all the same:

but as I travel on the train

i know

we are all strangers –

walking on our own possessive garments;

each mind – away from

home:

silence, tears, isolation –

each man is a god of unknown

legends;

the eye meets the eye

but we see a face of a lost child

the ears hear various voices

but words – altered and void

we keep on coming and going,

searching and losing:

some may cross the village unseen by time

others venture on a land where no names are known

few will visit a temple of purple and brown

many will stay in a place they do not want

the day when these carriages

can no longer carry our burden –

i will bear the cross on my own,

and live on mountains where everyone is welcome.

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