Farmers collect the harvest merrily
And the festive season in my hometown started already.
The peculiar smell of oil-cakes(native) touch my nostrils.
It's really amazing how far it travels?
Oh! My roots are there and I am here the barren Saturnine tree.
* To Alison, Sandra and Linda................................
Jerry, Max, Denis, Dave and George!
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/though-i-grabbed-the-nostalgic-wind-she-slipped-away/
