IN BERLIN
IN BERLIN In Berlin I filled up forms Applying for political asylum But my tears flowed non-stop And I had to stop writing When told I could not go back Maybe for the rest of my life The white guy at the Human Rights office Kept quiet for a long time and kept looking at me Seeing it was very difficult for me To let go of my beloved country Then he asked me To think carefully And take time Until I am very sure of myself Two weeks later The world stopped turning Due to Corvid 19 In Sarajevo Few weeks later A vacant Malaysian plane Took us back to my homeland ‘Your PM really loves you’ The officer at the empty Butmir airport counter joked with me ‘Yes, maybe someone knew I was applying for political asylum in Berlin recently’ I replied He laughed heartily While his beautiful blue eyes caressing my face I joined his laughter In prayer I touched my forehead to the floor of the hotel lobby Used to quarantine us Oh my God Maybe that’s wh