My Motherland: An NRI's Pain

To all the people who miss their country of birth. 

I left you my motherland for the hope of a better life, 

And a better life is what I get. 

But the price I paid, was a little more than I thought, 

A lot more than what I bet. 

I miss the clatter and the chaos of my hometown, 

And I miss the food and the fest, 

The people I love are far so far, 

A pain, a hole in my chest. 

The colours, the spices, the climate, the crowd, 

The games, the innocence, the people so loud, 

I have a little of all in my heart, 

I'll carry you within me till the day I depart. 

I long to be back whenever I can,

 To unite with the land where my life began.