The sun calls back of its rays, <br />And ready to go far behind, <br />Birds and cattle are on their ways, <br />To reach home before the day turns blind, <br />A lark comes and claspes its nestling, <br />With my friends I see at the road, <br />Rolled down eyes pearls, I kept on smiling, <br />I miss my mother badly in abroad. <br /> <br />It gets dark, wild, bitterly winds blow, <br />And this cause the cold to grow, <br />By and by we make our pace slow, <br />And into a creeping bus in a row, <br />My emotions let me on my fancies fly, <br />All of sudden, I unwell vomit twice, <br />Once at a man whom to aside I try, <br />But journey has been certainly nice.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dusk-in-nepal-at-returning-from-there/
