Home sickness
Far you go away from native more is home sickness
Different people with different kind of smile on the face
Yet nothing can impress more as to that of native fragrance
One you are away from shore to a distance
So is the mother land dear to us
As it truly belongs
To the sons of soil and inhabitants
To draw the lesson very instant
No land can appeal us more
As you are away from the shore
You have your roots at home
Where people are always ready to welcome
Now wind had changed the direction
High influx of refugees has questioned our action
We are robbing off the local inspirations
Giving rise to the hostile reaction and speculations
On the name of religion, economy and political considerations
Many upheavals are staged for simply on the name revolutions
People stay there as they were but adding only woes
Only await the cruel treatment from spanner’s throw
Local population rise in anticipation of encroachment
Hate and attacks only lead to ceremony and movement
Many are killed in day light and adding fuel
The situation is really turning hell
The healthy exchange is pioneer movement
It may earn acclaim and good comment
But what to the suffering of local poor people
When all steps turn suicidal and turn them incapable
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