Longing for Home

Abroad from my Home I was.
With the intention of fulfilling my dream,
when they incinerate my house, my home.
For now, home is just a word to me.
Though I still long for my home from a corner of my heart,
comparing everywhere I go with my home.

Like every year, here comes the winter season.
The time most awaited for the whole year,
With the hope of going home,
meeting families, villagers and friends.
My hope has been shattered months ago,
though I can still feel the pain from time to time.

Like now, when I think about home, I adrift.
When I think about meeting my love ones,
my heart ache knowing it will never be the same.
Wondering when will the day comes,
when our home, our village will bloom again
like those yellow winter flowers.

We have lost a lot.
We have been through alot.
The season of joy may not be the same this time,
May be we will band-aid our ache with joy this time,
to feel a little better.
But still we have our hope,
our faith alive in God who will raise us one day.