The return

The green fields,

Tall, bent trees.

Views from the window,

Of a rushing train.

Smell of the soil,

Drenched by recent rains,

All memories of a

Childhood long past.

Smiles on the wrinkled faces,

Of doting grandmother’s

And the twinkle in the eyes

That grew up with me,

Ask the same question,

When will you return?

A question that resonates in me,

When will I return?

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