My father, my mother
As well as my brother
Lived their life over here
Me with my cute little friends
Used to share tiff-in
In our beautiful locality
Over there
I used to play in the grounds
With my friends i had strong bounds
I still miss the way we played
All sitting together with the bay blade
We used to have battles in minor things
We used to smile with clang n clings
When its time to return
We used to be sad
If our parents allow to play more
We used to act like mad
Nobody noticed our bond with land
But now i miss my homeland
I want to return to my hometown
And stay with my parents n wear gown
Play with my friends
And pretend to wear crown
I wanna revive the old days
Spent in my hometown
And want everyone to praise....
Homeland, there is no place like such...very peaceful and with memories that irreplaceable...no matter how great other place is...nice poem Pratikashya
Nostalgic. Very nice. Came to mind my days of childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This nostalgic longing for home when we stay away from home is quite natural to all! A lot of sweet memories of family and friends will always follow every step we take towards home. Well expressed Pratikshya!