Riding A Delorean

By Waniya Alam

Sandstone mountains and cliffs where water gushed forth

Where lush gardens I could own

Could it be the lands of Petra in the north?

I travel to the past for a new home

Could it be home to the Virgins of the Sun

The tranquil pilgrimages where I could roam

A royal retreat? Machu Picchu could be one

I travel to the past for a new home

The place that feared godlessness

Where The Redeemer has the throne

Where they don’t experience hoplessness

I travel to the past for a new home

Could it be called a Great wall

Or a monument without a dome

A mighty appearance; tourists it may call

I travel to the past for a new home

With a name that may sound like a cuisine

Astronomical abilities possessed by a stone

In Mexico the heritage is to be seen

I travel to the past for a new home

Could it be an amphitheatre

Called the Colosseum in Rome

A place noted by the fights of gladiators

I travel to the past for a new home

A mausoleum surrounded by the wreath of love

Where the Begum’s tale the world has known

With the marble white like that of a dove

I travel to the past for a new home

Could I possibly be the last man on Earth

Trying to relive in the past searching for a new home

By Waniya Alam