Hard it is to be alone
Away from family of my own
I miss them badly everyday
And know they miss me same way.
I miss my little sleepy town
And home where I had grown,
The pets I had raised with love
I know they are dead by now.
Are my books still neatly kept?
In those racks where I had left
Somewhere in pages between
Are the keepsakes of my teen.
How I lived no one knows
Except the walls and windows
As witness to my Dreams they stand
I pine for them from faraway land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Abeautiful piece reflecting the nostalgic past! Memories remain to stay! -Raj Nandy