My Harbour کے بول

Somewhere Drawn in his sea With a Sun that never Wounds Somewhere My father’s house That I never could see Silence The seagull’s wings Caress houses’ roofs Harbour’s embrace Caress ship’s seals Eyes’ breaths And visual tastes That respect their own roots So dense The seagull’s wings Caress houses’ roofs Harbour’s embrace Caress ship’s seals The church-steeple Like a lighthouse For the sailers Who cannot see