It is that time of the year,
When we yearn for our family near,
I speak for us who are far far away,
For the distance seems like it is gonna stay.
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When boredom leaves upon us it’s trace,
In friends and neighbors we seek our solace,
We look to each other just to motivate
And let our soulful energy levitate.
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Today I complimented a very dear friend,
Thus she felt she had earned her dividend,
My compliment was straight from the heart,
And she promised she would treat me a tart.
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Far far away sings a sparrow on a window,
It triggers thoughts that begin to grow,
It is sure looking to build a nest,
Oh seeing a sparrow I feel so blessed.
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Chewink! Chewink! it’s sprightly sound,
Makes me feel happiness is around,
And I feel like a child with a crown
And move with a spring all around.
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It is that time of the year,
When we yearn for our family near,
I speak for us who are far far away,
For the distance seems like it is gonna stay.
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- A poem by Sudha Mukhopadhyay