Worn out from the heat,
The day drives me into submission.
As night arrives, the silent dream,
Reminds me that I am missing,
The home cooked food and mom’s tea,
The platter of homely love,
Along with the rumble of TV.
Now, I spend lonely hours,
Busy with work, yet all alone,
In the corner of my hostel room,
Contemplating how I miss,
The blissful days, the calm nights,
The beautiful time I spent at home…