Far from familiar land

Hey!

It's been a while since I have posted and unfortunately, I still won't be able to post long form posts for a bit more, due to a lack of means to write as I did before, I'm glad to put up this poem that I wrote.

I'm a bit rusty, so forgive me if it's crude 


Far from familiar land 


A foreigner I am, in this 

Land of renown and fame 

My home I miss 

Ever since here I came 


Sights of splendour I see 

Great buildings and winding roads 

Night sky in the south be 

Filled with northern lights of heavenly abode 


Yet elsewhere I see 

Filth,muck,dust and grime 

Cars and bikes seem to flee 

Men hunched, their backs bent past their prime 


I miss the trees back home 

Miss the familiar words 

Even miss the rains and storms 

Most of all my family I wish to greedily hoard 


Inevitable it is, however 

That I stay here 

To not regret forever 

A chance untaken and a victory for my fears 

Aby




























Comments

  1. Simran S KAugust 27, 2022 at 11:28 AM

    A wonderful poem to capture the true essence of homesickness. Once again, you have blown my mind, Aby.

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