A collection of poems

Square wheels for bumpy rides
And roads that never help
Turning with no air inside
On roads that seem to melt

At every other junction
I learn but soon forget
That a circle always functions
As a choice for wheels, as best

Perhaps I am too stubborn
Or scared to move too fast
Or feel like I’m another
When I look towards the past

Perhaps the roads I follow
Are the problem that I face
Filled with holes and furrows
They hinder my pace

Perhaps these paths they lack
The pitstops that I need
To keep my vehicle intact
And maintain my speed

They do not have the shops
That carry in their stores
What I would buy at pitstops
Like wheels and breaks and more

My strategy I believe
I may completely revise
Though I adhere to it with ease
It may be ill derived

So instead of riding out
And staying in my seat
I might set myself to finding out
How to navigate on my feet

They tell me to love her
And they don’t tell me why
I should love her
And I fail when I try

I’ve been told that love
Comes on it’s own
So why can’t I love
This place I call home

I mean, maybe one day
When I manage to leave
In my heart I’ll find love
For her, but you see

They say home is where the heart is
And perhaps I’ve misnamed
This place I call home
Which offers nothing to gain

Yet offers loss by the bundle
The stack and the ton
And has set so many of hers
Out on the run

Perhaps I may overlook
The things that she does
But what little is done
Doesn’t demand love

But, “love her” they say
They demand and they shout
“How can you not love her”
So I begin to doubt

Perhaps I am wrong
And they are all right
But I search inside me
And there’s no love in sight

I tell myself, perhaps I am broken
Perhaps that part of me still hasn’t awoken
Perhaps the right words haven’t been spoken
But I realise that myself I am joking

So I try to revise
And I try to see
The things that they love
About this country

Is it history? Or memories
Is its hopes or dreams?
Is it family and friends?
Or was it woven in their seams?

So I stop for a moment
But I can’t understand it
Maybe I can’t love her more
Because I love the whole planet?

It’s not that she’s bad
There are places much worse
And now I can feel love for her
Even though she may be cursed

But I don’t just love her
I love her neighbours too
I don’t deny her
But what I’ll say is true

I will love this beautiful
Land of mine
If I’m allowed to love the world
At the same time