HOME

It has been two months since I left home,

I don’t know what has come,

In my way to prevent my return,

To the land where I was born.

Home is something different than all,

It’s the ultimate heaven beyond recall,

It has a sense of security that none can give,

Its cover is something I don’t want to leave.

The chirpy bird whistling in the morning,

The rooster calls out without a warning,

Fresh air purges my lungs, and

I begin the day with a song.

Breakfast is pleasant, I cherish it,

The paperboy hurls the paper from his newspaper kit,

Dew is glistening on the grass,

The sun is shining like brass.

Hours pass unexpectedly quick,

They turn into days and weeks,

Slow and steady the holidays end,

And I am forced to bend!!!!