Home away from home is not different much,
The walls, cupboard, curtains, windows,
But the view outside is not the same, as such!
The building tall, the honking cars, the view from the top,
Is not the same,
in life, that I have begun,
Seems like there’s a race going on, non- stop.
Home away from home is not different as such,
Here, I am an addition to this family of four,
If you get to see their love, you’ll understand
No one can ever ask for more –
I know this family gets the best for me,
But still, sometimes I miss Ma, you see,
The way she cooked, the way she called,
The way she talked, and the way she fought.
Not that I don’t like it in here, but the calm in the chaos is what I sought.
I miss telling her, “Eta khabo na”, “Ota korbo na”
“Ma, please! Erom koro na nah!”
I miss being independent in all that I know.
I miss the ignorance, the love, the care.
I think I’ll cry if Ma gets me the food she cooked there,
Because it doesn’t taste the same, even if the recipe’s fair!
