A Grizzled man groans when he is in front of a shattered mirror. <br />The two thirds of his life entirely a strife. <br />He stretched his arms to hold the bygone <br />but the precious time is faster than his thoughts <br />and he cannot grab his youth. <br />Who meddles in his last act? <br />and he sniffs always to an unfamiliar voice, <br />a sad whisper of a guarantor <br />and the typhoon beyond the mountain. <br />The poor migrant's identity is expired <br />and he belongs to another world. <br /> <br />To the dark passing clouds before the rain.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/non-resident/
