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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