(We all have memories of the place where we came from and where we grew up, and this is my share of giving back.)
Where the stalks bow with gold
With the scarecrow looking bold
Where the sun-kissed men work
And they eat with fingers not fork
Every kid plays under the sun
Boys and girls running one by one
When it rains they all run barefoot
And they shout skip and hoot
One can lay flat-back still
At night right after the meal
On the grass as he looks lovingly
On wide skies with heavenly beauty
By morning is the sweet-smelling hay
As the neighbors wave looking so gay
With the aroma of rice coffee at hand
All chores the whole day will surely be done
When the sun is up up into its prime
All flowers bloom you will forget the time
Every poet can write every rhythm and rhyme
And her heart will sing with joy like a chime
I miss home I miss home it’s home that I miss
Where heartwarming people smile in a bliss
Waking up everyday with a smile on my face
I can sit the whole day busy with my crochets
naida supnet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-go-home-4/
