This poem is obviously of the extensive immigration that now takes place. Reasons can be so different. In some cases its marriage (like mine), while some move for better careers or just because the destination is an advanced country. Very few of us however completely forget our childhood homes.

Far from home, I have made another home

I have put my sweat to perfect my new adobe.

Yet, nostalgia creeps in, like a mean gnome

But my old home is at the other end of globe

Lanes so old, yet full of poignant reminiscences,

Call me, to thread once more their trampled pathway

And memories sometimes suddenly fill my senses,

Calling me back, accusing me of an illogical getaway

Relations interwoven with days of my childhood,

Make me hunt for stand-ins, I can possibly mold.

But who can replace a mother’s heart so good?

Or infuse that divine warmth when I am so cold?

I have everything in my new happy sanctuary

Confidence, Love, Peace, Comfort, Security

Yet sometimes I am in such a strange quandary

I hear, a call strong in my psyche, in my entity.