Perhaps

Perhaps it's the dusty roads or the sun baked tar.
Perhaps, the wild bush or the landscapes far...

Perhaps the mountains call or their towering height
Or the free birds chirp or their annual plight...

Perhaps the pothole-full streets or broken sites
Perhaps the age old homes filled with wood-eating termites...
Perhaps the abandoned mines or upturned earth
Or the everyday man trying to earn his worth...

Perhaps the joy within that bursts on out
Or the everyday head-loaded mamma, walking about
Perhaps the guilt of the past and blood that it saw
Or the innocent child unable to take anymore...

Perhaps it's our families' way and stubbornness too
Or the beggars call to the words, "Voetsek you!"
Perhaps it's the simple blue sky and afternoon storm
Or the wonder-clear night skies that are simply the norm

I don't know why this place has my soul
It's every piece of dust makes my whole
Perhaps, it's real and that's the only win
No matter how far I go, it's always within...

N.M.Vorajee