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.
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Author:
NafisaSB (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2022 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: yes - be it ever so humble, there is definitely no place like home sweet home..
- Category: Reflection
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Nice write,take care
thank you so much. You take care too, and have a good day
'How I crave for a kind look.'
(such a relatable read
really like your brave portrait, of yearning
for something
we once were so quick, to move-on
from..
a great write, dear Poet
thanks for sharing)
'Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus - For auld land syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.'
as said best, by that great Burns
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-4686 )
Your replies are always welcome my friend - you are indeed well read, and are able to compare my humble work with that of renowned poets. Thank you so much. You inspire me to share more of my work.
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