Missing home...wish was there to see the dawn <br />Which delight my life every time when I give him my cherrio <br />Wish was there to see the nite <br />Twinkles on the sky <br />My Luna on her lunatic charm <br />Under the cloud of dress <br />Often I wish to see her naked <br />But winds and cloud <br />They wrapped my wish <br /> Wish was there to hear the sweet sounds of creatures <br />At nite <br />Playful trees of banayan, neem, tulsi- -and other unknown of them <br />Wish i was there to hear the voice of my mother- -calling for me for my dinner(dinner usually we take around 7 to 8 pm. That's village life) <br />Wish I was there at this time of evening of my life<br /><br />binod bastola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-home-3/
