Sweltering heat and burning sand
Stretching as far as the eye can see
Oh! Will I never see my land
Will I never from this desert, be free?
Once I scorned the hearth so warm
Once I hated the murmuring brook
Loathed the boys in the dorm
Hated to study from a book
But now I search for these in vain
Terrible’s the heat, worse the pain
How I long for Dick and Jane
How I crave for a kind look.
Now I do look coarse and uncouth
As I eye myself In a mirror in the stall
How long can I hide from myself the truth
That Mary, for me, no longer , will fall.
Forgotten faces and memories too
Rush to my mind – they are but few
I have journeyed too long – I must return home
But the ways is endless and in circles I do roam.
Deep in my heart is a craving for home
A longing to feel in my hands, the loam
And though mid pleasures and palaces I have not roamed
Yet I still long for my humble home.