Nostalgia

No place like home that’s what they say,
Home is the place where I’d like to stay.
Free of worry, that’s what I am
Every time I stay in the land of mine.

A few moments after midnight
 I saw the coming of the sunlight
From the place where I was lying,
I realize I just felt the universe moving.

As I get up I heard the animals murmur.
Different voices, different sounds;
Oh how good are those to hear right before my eager ears
It’s like listening to a story that the green forest once made in tears.

Different mornings, different days;
Same feelings every each phase
I smell the newly cut green grass,
As it comes with the wind that touches my visage

These sweet interactions, I reminisce a lot
Soothes my inner veins and heals my dying wounds.
From where I stand, I see the moon
That shines so bright at the time of noon
The day is broad and very much splendid
And all I do is nothing but to daydream.

Procrastination I do more often
To keep my mind away from thinking of them
But the things I do last a moment only
And don’t abate my loneliness really.

These emotions and memories are very consistent
Staying still on my mind like a man with a good physique
And like a statue that could never be moved
These inspirations will forever be a precious potpourri.

It maybe sad being away from this motherland
But my heart leaps for joy with lessons I obtain;
Oh how I love the feeling state whenever I stay
And how I wish never to leave and go away
These memories, somehow, in many ways, cure and serve as medicine
To the wounds of loneliness of nostalgia;