The sages that did my name proclaim
At the drop of fountains that baptised my head
Did with same lips spew forth my sentence
And from my birth land cast me out hence.
So along the winding road of melancholy
My soulless eyes peered into a starless sky
And tales of I and my home did replay
But smiles unlike always were dethroned by tears.
In the refuge I sought I feel no refuge
And round me nostalgia spins and stains
Like the eternal rota of the blood centrifuge
As in fealty to strange tongues of aliens I kneel.
They that did send me forth to return after eternity
Would see me walk in pride back home
Even if in death my promise is fulfilled
A smile on my face I would wear in the ensuing procession.
Then they that bore the lies that had me cast
Shall the burden of shame in pain bear
That my return did outshine my expulsion
The consummation of their worst fear.