Homesick

This is not the land I grew in.
I am just a potted plant here.
I grew else where.

You have brought me here and potted me.
Then you say that I am not the same color I used to be.

You get that special soil from my land
to fill the pot with.
You water me with this special water.

But it is not in the soil or water.
The wind here is not the same.

You want to know where I come from?
Ask the wind. It'll take you there.
Through the seven seas
Into that great land
Into that small town
Into that small patch of land
Where I was born.

Ask the wind.
It'll tell you the song my heart wishes to sing.

It can't find me here.
But in that small town,
over that small patch of land,
It blows wild and loud and free.
It knows each and every groove
The abode of each and every small flower.

Call the wind. Take me there.
Where I belong.

Happy Independence Day India! :)