I Am Going To Cry

I am going to cry Being trapped in this World of concrete and fumes For wealth and comfort I have come a long way To this town of people with Fake faces and strange behaviors Clock does not stop here Time runs like a horse in a race Family, relations, customs All come for free only in dreams As I wake up I can feel the pulse Of my own land, throbbing and alive, Where the sun rises washed and pure Where lotus opens up in the ponds Like divine eyes of the village deity I am going to cry For through the window of The train I can see farmers working In fields and children running after Old tyres, rolling them with sticks, In the muddy roads of my village I became a child and jumped out as The train stops releasing a hissing sound