The Greater Journey

There’s always an hour in the day,

When homesickness quietly finds its way.

At dawn’s first light or midnight’s call,

You miss the love, the fights, the squabbles small.

Screens connect you through birthdays and cheers,

Yet distance weighs heavy across the years.

No matter how much you grow or roam,

The deepest sorrow is leaving home.

Mom’s warm hug, Dad’s guiding tone,

Siblings’ quarrels when left alone.

Yes, new faces and bonds appear,

But beloved voices are never near.

Your moving out reshapes their days —

Siblings learn life in their own ways.

Mother misses the yapping shows

Father misses your praises so.

Yet the thought that steadies your mind,

Is knowing these sacrifices are kind.

For dreams demand both loss and gain,

Your family’s pride will ease the pain.

There’ll be days you wish to quit,

To pack it all and say “that’s it.”

But hold on tight, don’t drift away,

Each step rows you closer to the bay.

So smile, keep rowing, chase your gleam,

For homesickness is part of the dream.

Maynna Pandey