Why, oh why do I feel so much at home

Under the untainted cloudy sky splashed in blue,

The sun peeps and quickly hides behind the veil,

The veil of the unadorned pure cloud painted white,

It gleams again lifting its delicate cloudy veil,

With allure of the poised bride walking down the aisle,

It smiles at the spirited breeze dancing unabashedly,

Like the naïve bridesmaids drunk in festivities,

It comes teasingly close to me,

Flutters the leaves of my papers and whispers unsaid words,

"Close your eyes, breathe free, breathe deep,

In this unruffled silence feel the rare euphony",

On the cobbled street of this foreign land as I look around,

Why, oh why do I feel so much at home,

Is it the humble sky or the chaste ground,

Is it the happier strangers or the chirpier sparrows,

Is it the lyrical breeze or the enchanting silences,

Is it the promise of finding myself in the stillness,

Far from a unruly unsettling race to be the first,

Far from the constant fret and permanent woes,

Far from the burden to conform and contend

Why, oh why do I feel so much at home,

On this foreign land which seems so mine