Letter Box

I have wandered in dark corners and brightly lit rooms,
Both seem the same, dull and tedious,
It’s an effort to breathe that air,
I want to go home now,
Where’s home I do not know,
Near or far, warm or cold?
Is it the bed I sleep in?
Cozy, comforted, curled in my quilt?
Or is it beyond the sky, where the white light glows?
Where everyone holds everyone close.

I write this not with a thinking mind,
I  dropped it in the letter box,
I think, I am getting somewhat close...

The Song Of The Sufi Masroof