The call from home
rings frequent
a great trend it is
away for long from home
a sequence not usual
the warmth of its interior
strikes through in a cosy
the magnificent exterior
extends a loving embrace
found missing in this sojourn
where the wish to see places
takes a fair part of the time
the most important be
the time with own kin
reaches the saturation
that in a fit of the moment
the strong firm whisper
knocks the ear in turns
holds the breath in a clasp
while the mind turns in a thirst
to get back home in first.
Meenas Poems 