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