Back To My Homeland Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I watch tear drops rolling down
The walls of glass
Remembering the old days in my land

The cacophony of sound
As we jumped into pools under the banyan
I can hear clearly sitting in a cloistered
Room amidst the concrete jungle

I watch the smile in my memory
Of the grandpas sitting in cots
And whispering prayers

When we return homes
In groups chasing cattle and pulling
Their tails to stop them from going astray

The sunset behind the sky high
Building snatches away the joy from
My heart when I remember

The flame rising from the lamps
On the stairs as evening falls with a
Crimson glow in my countryside