Back To My Homeland

I watch tear drops rolling down The walls of glass Remembering the old days in my land The cacophony of sound As we jumped into pools under the banyan I can hear clearly sitting in a cloistered Room amidst the concrete jungle I watch the smile in my memory Of the grandpas sitting in cots And whispering prayers When we return homes In groups chasing cattle and pulling Their tails to stop them from going astray The sunset behind the sky high Building snatches away the joy from My heart when I remember The flame rising from the lamps On the stairs as evening falls with a Crimson glow in my countryside