Yes, here, I am coming
Back to the land of my own
To the narrow yet beautiful roads.
Back to where the birds to you will talk
As they fly by your homes in flocks.
Back to the loving group of friends
I had left behind and went away to fend.
Back to the teracces, so high and open
Where I stood dreaming, so very often.
Back to the grand and big festivities
To the mouthwatering sweet delicacies.
Back to my loving and small little family
Who wait for me with eyes twinkling happily.
Yes, here I am coming
Back to my land, back to my HOME.
HOME SWEET HOME!!!!!
By
Preethy
