People running after that perfect life In a world torn apart.
One evening when I was sitting on a pier in Rotterdam I saw the ships anchored in the distance and I recalled how during my sailing days I used to look at the shore from the portholes. The shore to me was an outside world then.
IN A SAILOR’S EYE BY RUBAYET AKBAR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 67
Through the porthole
He can see the city skyline—
Skyscrapers and crowded streets,
People running after that perfect life
In a world torn apart
By religion and race,
To love without conditions
Seems such a disgrace.
It is the age of stereotypes
In which smiles are fake
And souls are lost in a cloud of apathy.
The rattle of the weighing anchor startles him
Time to return to his world
United in the sea divided by land.