The Nris

The NRIs, Non-resident Indians When they come to India, What do they feel it Landing at the airport, Should they move to their home Or return back? Where their home, Who the kith and kin in waiting, How the tale of adjustment, , Meeting people, Searching for old acquaintances? How the house left behind Or bequeathed, How their connections Old and new To be renewed or to be started? Where the people who used to be In the house, Who the care-takers Or on rent, Where the landlord, How the whispers taking place? A guest in his own house, A liability for the care-taker, For how long to live Or memorize old acquaintances, Only faint memories linger on? The sojourn is going to end, Time too is drawing closer As has to return back to For the stomach, food and employment As long as money is in the purse The stay will be enjoying, but when...? When it gets nostalgia over, Homesickness dismantled, Onre readies for, Starts packing to go, Searching for the passport and the visa To be kept in the shirt pocket To reach the airport to board some flight. Saying goodbye to all, Friend, relationship, acquaintances, Ta-ta, bye-bye With nostalgically yours, Removing the home thoughts from the mind, Flying high, taking to wings, God knows Which is whose home, What draws it whom and for what?