Mother, I came here to the alien lands,

With no food and possessions in my hands,

Hands filled with our luggage and eyes with tears,

I set from our motherland with many fears,

With hunger alone being my language,

I work for these foreign people for cheaper wages,

Every night I sleep with empty stomach dreaming of your food,

With satisfaction on my face that my money will make us good,

I miss the comfort of the home, the luxury of having my space,

Here, all I do is wake up and run the rat race,

Mother, I get lost in thoughts about people at home,

I don’t cry much nowadays but its hard to fathom,

The loss of your presence from my life,

Makes me feel like I’m trapped here in a cage.