The Homesickness Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

I am homesick for sunsets that splash the dusk on my soul.
I am homesick for the sky that carries the birdsongs.
I am homesick for the trees that call the nightingales
and their sweet melodies.
I am homesick for the fruitful lands, where the streams flow,
carrying the song of the earth.
I am homesick for the stars that haunt at night,
and turn every sigh into a song.
I am homesick for the nocturnal charm when the night falls,
with its veil of darkness.
I am homesick for the choir of heaven that comes with dawn.'

'The Seed Breaks, The Sun Rises'...Excerpt
Jayita Bhattacharjee