That am I doing here all on my own,
Miles away from those who care,
With the breeze blowing gently,
Ruffling my hair,
Pulling leaves off the trees,
Speaking so softly,
Moving with ease,
From East to West,
The wonders of nature,
They bring out the best.
I can see the sun shining,
Through the waters below,
Reflected from blue skies,
As the water does flow,
Many miles on its way,
It moves without stopping,
Day after day,
Will those waters ever reach my home ? Away-from-home
~ Shonali Chinniah. November, 1999
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