The muezzin is calling the faithful to prayer
The temple is blaring its loudest song
I’ve been away from home too long
The mangoes taste so, so insipid
The best ones are exported to, yes, Hong Kong
I’ve been away from home too long
Night or day, I can hear a train
Or the honk of a bus or auto or car
I am far away from home, too far
The bright lights dim the night sky so
Try to twinkle, twinkle, little star
I am far away from home, too far
The sights and smells of home have faded
The packeted milk has not a bit of cream
Is it really milk or does it just seem?
The sights and smells of home have faded
The green in the city is an elevated highway
Or all the dustbins that seem to litter my way
A little longer and I’ll become a townu
A little more and you will frownu
As in self-pity I will drownu
So I’ll stop here and think of home
Of the luscious mangoes, of the Milky Way
Of the time I get back: Hip hip hurray!