A Poem for whose who are living far away from their Motherland.

A Months ago, While surfing i came across a Blog,
Where i found a True story Article with the Title "Before it gets too Late".

The story was based on the Person who is living far away from his Motherland. 
Who is not able to visit on his Mother's Death, Just because he is living Too far.
Many other difficulties he has to faced off with.

This made to write a poem for all those who are living Far away from their Motherland.
So, i am just sharing with you all.

A Poem for whose who are living far away from their Motherland. !

A Sobbing cry arises from
The cuckoo triggering memories,
In the orchards
 Seasons of swings has returned ,
Come home, Wanderer your country has called you .

The illiterate village dust
Cannot read your Spanish/British Letters
But when you come & kiss this dust
The heart of the will reel with delight.

Follow those dreams of yours,
But know that they are yours also,
Oh forgetful one,
They are tormented by your absence,
Come home, Wanderer your country has called you.

Admits the ringing & jingling of anklets,
The women shall came all in row,
In the fields the
Mustard plants will ripple.

By waiting until tomorrow &the day
After tomorrow years shall pass,
Come back this very day ! 

The crow laughs,
He watches for your path
There! The flight has boarded
Come home, Wanderer your country has called you.