Away from my home
a holiday it is in a way
being a month and more
I am out of home for long
hopping to strange places
back to the den to rest awhile
I resume the move very soon
become exhausted so quick
unknowingly arises a desire to return
as the comforts of my own home
so difficult to sideline and ignore
press me to get back fast
nothing much of a difficulty
I now spend time with the dear ones
loving and cheerful the day passes
yet I am not able to suppress my longing
the call becomes even more loud
I would be off in a few more days
back to my little haven
the space where I rejoice
the place I hold so close.