I am caught
between the endless horizons of the world,
And the four walls of my childhood home.
between the endless horizons of the world,
And the four walls of my childhood home.
Eyes sparkling with the sight of majestic mountains and deepest valleys,
And tearing up with mother’s smile.
There a strange pull,
Towards the koi ponds, buddhist monasteries and golden hour sunsets
As strong as it gets towards,
The kitchen that smells of my mother’s home-cooked food.
Towards the koi ponds, buddhist monasteries and golden hour sunsets
As strong as it gets towards,
The kitchen that smells of my mother’s home-cooked food.
I want to touch the softest silks
And the most authentic handmade fabrics
But never to forget,
The two soft caring hands that raised me.
And the most authentic handmade fabrics
But never to forget,
The two soft caring hands that raised me.
So the question is,
Can I choose between the mesmerizing northern lights and other wonders of nature,
And the evening tea with my parents ?
Can I choose between the mesmerizing northern lights and other wonders of nature,
And the evening tea with my parents ?
