United States; the name I hear
Though staring at the starry sky
Thinking of our new home with fear
The land where my dreams can fly.
How can my memory be removed
Of leaving my dwelling dome
And the dear garden which I love
The beauty of my native home?
From my dear residence I roam
To a land where I now live
Maneuvered from my native home
Trusting our creator, Lord Shiv.
It was like a loss of Paradise
Or Eden’s garden left after it has bloom
Where sorrow throws us no advice
Smell of my native home like perfume.
I shall not forget
My sad departure far away
As far as the sunset
And leave behind no light for the day.
As soon as I dry my tear
And leave forever to roam,
Far from a residence so dear
The place of beauty; my native home.