Moved to the North, South, East and West,
Sorry, my home there is no better best.
The sun, moon, & the sky are same,
But why do they look all so lame?
Travelled around in circles and circles
Trips that had debacles and debacles,
Longing for the eternal evanescence
Of laughs, loves, kisses & hugs;
Smell of my home’s pure and fresh soil
Sure, I am, it’s worth all my toils.
Travel around my dear friend,
Try not to forget your familiar ground
For home is where the heart lies,
One place, where you stay, true to your lies.