Sight of
moss on old walls,
Smell of
rain on foliage,
Small
rivulets making strange networks on the roads
People
with umbrellas, where ever you look
Cooking
smells of your favorite curry and rice,
The sound
of a steam engine whistling in the distance,
Your
native tongue spoken everywhere
Old
friends and relatives, milling to meet you !
New
buildings now, where you saw old houses earlier
Strange
noises, No more familiar smells,
Aeroplanes have taken away the thrills of steam engines,
Friends
and relatives have all moved to foreign countries
My native
is as strange as the new place I am in
Time has
changed everything forever,
Changed
for the good or for the bad, I know not
I know I
would have loved to see things as they used to be !