missing home...

I imagine you maa, opening the door,smiling and calling my pet name... you could see the flesh i have lost, the dark circles under my eyes and that i havent eaten anything since morning...and all it takes for you is just one look at me....
And then you run to the kitchen to ensure that the boiling milk doesn’t spill out of the pan….I imagine oiling amma’s hair and her knitting, while I do so….
I imagine opening my almirah that contains my school books, drawing copy ,water colours, letters from friends…the old sweaters, discarded shirts and school jacket….the hair clips and bangles….
I imagine lying under the sun, on the cot, till I feel dizzy…doing nothing for the whole day and still feeling great!
I guess I am missing home….

What a wonderful world...

I see trees of green........
red roses too
I see em bloom.....
for me and for you
And I think to myself....
what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue.....
clouds of white
Bright blessed days....
dark sacred nights
And I think to myself ....
what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....
so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....
of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....
sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin......i love you.
And I think to myself
what a wonderful world....

I hear babies cry......
I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more....
than Ill never know
And I think to myself ....
what a wonderful world


---Louis Armstrong