we set to sail
in the vast ocean
of uncertain waves
leaving behind
shore, home,
and wife
all to make a way
all to earn a penny
all to make a bare survival possible
and provide warm living
but once the need
is tackled
through “a way”
we get addicted,
we get addicted
to the way
we get addicted
to the active income,
we get addicted
to the glimmer of lime light,
to the validation of bosses,
to the wine party of colleagues,
that
we forget
the promise we made
to our aging parents,
waiting wife and growing
children
we forget
why did we begin the journey?
we forget
the face who believed in us
when the world knew nothing of us?
path can be chosen,
unchosen,
turned, twisted,
returned, unbroken,
but getting addicted to it,
we deprive ourselves
of choices
to be loved,
to be connected,
to be rooted,
to return home.
