“FOREIGN LAND”

It seems that the sourness of the season

Will fade out some day,

And the curtains will swing

Little apart to let the light come inside.

Tired sunlight will rest on my bed

Like a tired housewife

And the sky won’t look like

A big piece of tarpaulin.

Doubt on wind

Will vanish

And the water will retain its taste.

The box of medicines will be locked

And appetite will forget digestive pills.

All these change will happen

Like forgotten faces who come in mind

In troublesome phase.

It’s so pleasant to think

That memories will be covered

With the dust of happiness.

Sleep will start adoring

Full up to chest.

And recurring nightmares will sleep deep

Never to appear again.

What else is needed?

When there will greeneries in my backyard

Long up to my knee

And some day

I will start liking my exile

To this foreign land.