You are a painting,
Of a country far away,
Of a place that I wish I can stay,
So I trace my fingers on your frame,
Hoping to be whisked away,
To the place where I wish I could stay,
But alas I could not,
For you are just a painting,
A painful reminder of that place far away,
Where my body could not just be whisked away,
But where my heart will always stay.
Zaid Malek, Gombak, KL.