Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Return of the Prodigal

As the plane took off, I stared wistfully out of the window
One last glimpse at the land of my birth
Never had I thought it would hurt so much
To have the umbilical cord severed such.

The grass was greener on the other side
Or so it seemed to us
When we moved to another country
Without too much of a fuss

The grass was greener
The air fresher too
The water cleaner
The sky bluer too

The first few days
We lived in a dream
Smelt green grass
And had a scream

After some years reality set in
This wasn’t the life we had imagined
From afar the grass looked green
Close up front it was a mirage serene

Could deal with this
In one of two ways
Accept and stay
Or just move away

The latter I chose
It appealed more
Why not return home
To my motherland once more

Agreed the grass is greener here
But I hold my country more dear
Have not given up my citizenship you see
Will go back and see of what help I can be

A mother’s arms are always open
To embrace her children when they return
Have always carried her in my heart
No regrets do I have as I depart
It was good while it lasted
No hard feelings there
But I wish to return
To my motherland fair.

If I don’t take pride in my nation who will
My country needs me more than anyone ever will
Indian I was and Indian I’ll be
Not for me the wonders beyond the sea

Fine to travel and spend a little while
Learn things new, make friends and smile
At the end of the day, there’s no place like home
No matter where in the world you roam.