Away from home
Staying
In a luxurious hotel
In a beautiful city
I enjoyed the day
Saw new places
Ate good food
The weather was
Excellent
People were nice
At the end of the day
Heard lilting music
Had a sumptuous dinner
It was time to relax
Feeling sleepy
I plunged myself
On the big, cozy bed
Every now then
I kept awaking
Losing my sleep
Simply wondering
What was lacking
Somehow
The morning arrived
I packed my baggage
Took a flight
To my city
Reached my home
Feeling tired
Straightaway
Went to sleep
On the small bed
Of my small bed room
Slept for few hours
Got up refreshed
I knew the answer
Of my sound sleep
No matter
However small
With or Without
Luxuries
A home is a home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The place where one belongs is the safest and comfortable place on this earth. You have done a lot of work. I don't know how i missed to read your good writings. nice read.