Take me home

Take me  to where the grass is tall,

I’ll not heed the prickly leaves of fall,

or clinging love grass or the shy grass

that coil and curve as you  pass.

Grassy carpet is my bed to lie,

to  watch palm trees touch the azure sky.

Are they are still  tall and straight,?

Has a wild fire consumed all these of late?



Years back, some kids played hide and seek here.

We turned summersaults on the spot there.

We plucked wild lilies and daisies,

ate sweet grass and wild berries.

There were sweet  Jasmines among the wattles.

Oh, how we ran from snakes’  hiss and rattles!

These kids chased colorful  butterflies without stop,

and loved to watch perky grasshoppers hop.

Hand in hand and pace by pace

we ramsacked  the whole place.

This is my paradise, my home away from home.



And when it is dark, let me go home.

I am tired of the sun and the roam.

Let me go back to my sitting room;

my rather cozy and modern  bedroom,

to  my kitchen, where I clean and cook,

to the TV, computer or to read a book.

I’ll still be as satisfied, for there you are;

Home is where the heart is, why go afar?



October, 2009