Aching breath

 

 Dawn here reminds me of dusk over there

 When the cool wind flows and caresses my hair

 Spring here reminds me of my land’s autumn

 When the raindrops touch my heart to its bottom

 Sometimes in my dream- I feel I could fly

 Just to the skies and high very high

 Somewhere deep in the crevices of this heart

 An ache is buried for those apart

 Sometimes at night when it’s difficult to sleep

 Wish there were starry skies and a window to peep

 I walk these lanes-some acquainted, some new

 Erasing some, making memories few

 I sleep and I try to prolong my dream

 Of my home so far, yet so near it seem

 The mind and the heart play this tug of war

 On this unending path to destination afar

 The plant has been planted in a foreign land

 Not his weather, not his sand

 Sometimes time heals your pain

 Sometimes you just have to wait for the rain