A return trip to your home is like
Taking a public transport down the memory lane.
You see everything travels back.
City belles pass you with their frivolous cheers.
In the wet corners of suburbs,
You see the local ruffians fight over nothing.
The green shades of countrysides
Caress the brainy part of your head
With their soothing pats.
Through the window,
You also see the memories travel back
Flashing a lost agony or pain in the heart.
