Nostalgia- Song Of The Expatriate
I might be like any other expatriate, desirous of their homeland
upon my country's soil fervently wishing to stand
I can't help feeling profusely foreigner
in this highly foreign land
I'd give anything to go back, say even be a mariner
for there's an ocean to cross before familiar sand.
An ocean with dear motherland's name
greets me all the way here with tantalizing lure
tiring me of nostalgia's seemingly endless game
reminding the distance between the shores is galore!
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love