I feel love of missing
counting post on my way
imagining chasing signals
running along those lines
waves from those towers
lining every lips to say
every fingers to touch
eyes and ears could come
I sigh when I am closer
I can smell dry leaves
of tobacco at drying plant
sound of sugar central
munching sugar cane in mass
kids screaming for fun
wrestling each other
I am home and I am happy
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Home is home, sweet home...when we are away from it we think differently and wish to rush back and relax..Nicely thought poem...10