HOMESICKNESS
HOMESICKNESS Out of homesickness my heart melted deep, The thought goes wild as I weep, weep and weep. The house that holds my childhood calls me I knew, But I couldn’t go there and it’s a long due. The moment I hear the sound of the birds make, I love to go there for my heart sake. I remember I had some naughty friends, With whom I wandered the village’s lane. All lovely family members, eager to welcome me, But unfortunately I couldn’t satisfy their plea. I wish I could go there and sleep, The thought goes wild as I weep, weep, and weep. - Jay Chauhan