To the wind...

When this monsoon
Showers on me
And,
Drenches this dried-out memories
On this trail of Jungle
My eyes cry…
Silently…

Mom,
This wind seldom pampers me
Nor do these butterflies…
This warbler, just, chirped
And said…
Home is where my heart lies…

To the wind- I send this message...

Convey to my mom

I miss home...