Nostalgia a wonderful emotion
The human being carries in mind
Where ever he goes he carries in his memory
His lovable parents, neighbors and relatives
There in mind a safe box locked
The key is kept in mind to open
When the time comes after the voyage
Be it a pilgrimage, or search for a job
Compulsion of circumstances to the human being
The home nostalgia follows him every time
But slowly accepts the reality and adjusts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem