Under pressure I left home
Went to another unknown
Most city streets I did roam
In each corner I did moan
I thought a bliss I would find
Love and wealth, luxury house
People running no one minds
Of sad stranger nor open mouth
Crouched I on roadside
To reminisce and recalculate
Sorrow remorse n'loss wide
Lost my past present n'my late
I become deep homesick
Nostalgia my heart burns
Chin and cheeks hot tears lick
Toward home my sight turns.
2/9/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! ! ! ! ! ! a nice one naaaaaaa dont say eternal home like Yoonoos sir i would not like that just home away from home--- excellent write thanks for sharing ---10 anjali