LONGING

I don’t know why I am like this,

My lingering desire to be at home,

I miss each and everything about it,

It’s garden, the interior and my blessed mum.

My heart yearns for the enchanted shores,

The pure air with its coolness and sweet talk,

I know I’ll return someday once again,

But still I want to go and run amok.

I am depressed, I think of my mom every second,

I miss her voice, that keeps me on my toes,

I miss her food, warmth and sense of protection,

Yet here I am, with none to listen to my woes.

I don’t like this bloody hostel, I don’t like it,

I don’t like this stupid college either,

It seems like a cage to me and my thoughts,

I like the bare grounds neither.

I like the green pastures, the hills under mist,

I like the lands full of grass and plants,

The greenery cheers up one’s mind,

And mingles with one’s hope and wants.

The barren fields here repel me,

The hilly areas of home seem a distant comfort,

I don’t know when I’ll go to the heavens beyond,

I want to go there not as my last resort!