The land far away from where I live
I yearn for you
Maybe it's my origin that it seems as a calling for me
I dream of green paddies
I remember the fragrance of ranga maati
The terracotta lanes
The mud houses
The smile on our maid's face
The soft voice of my grandma
The calling of my uncle
My parents beside me, reminiscing their young self there
I get you now
The land far away
Please be like that till I return to you…..
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