Yes, I'm homesick,
I'm homesick for streelights,
under the sky,
watching the sun leave,
staring the moon,
closely looking but
not counting the stars,
the blue shade fading from the light,
orangish yellow to grayish black,
the dull grey,
the birds in a flock as if in a protest,
marching together like an airplane,
the warmth, the fiery head
subtly settling down to cool,
chilled breeze, people in a haste
to return to their homes,
leaving the streets empty,
on their own,
the quiet, the peace,
I know, I know,
I've said it all before
but I'm homesick
for not just a place
but also a feeling which
cannot be found
within four walls of a building.
© Pragati Jain