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AWAY FROM HOME

In my home is my heart.
In my heart is my love.
In my love is my life.

 Can life be loveless?
Can love be heartless?
Can heart be homeless?

 Away from home I weep
No heart, no love, no life,
As thirst for home grows deep...

 In my home, i was born.
In my home, i was grown
With care, with love, with fun.

 With friends, neighbours, and kinsmen,
With sun, with moon, with rain,
With winds, water, I've grown...

 There's my home 'mong true humans,
In the ambience
Of truth, trust, tolerance.

 There's my home 'midst the green,
In cool moon, in warm sunshine,
In breaths of rose and jasmine.

 Sings the lark, hum the bees,
Pipes the pine, soothes the breeze,
Sparrows hop, stroll the geese.

 Wander fauna, flora blossom,
Manoeuvres day in freedom,
With no worry or boredom.

 The day retires to yards,
Come out heavenful of stars,
And moon for dreamy hours.

 My mother's sacred wipes,
My father's careful upkeeps -
With all my home a shrine is.

 There's heart, there's soul, there's gaity,
There's heavenness, peace and piety,
There sojourns the Almighty...

 And 'way from home I cry
No life, no soul, no glee,
No heart, no love, no me!

 Inhumanly is this concrete town :
Hug-ups now, then unseen, unknown;
In multitude, I'm all alone !!

 Caught in hostile alienation,
Stuck in breathless isolation,
My heart and soul endless mourn...

 By lure of city flares that I had come,
By gloom, I shall return, I shall return.

                             - N P SAMAL





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