I got my fifteen minutes of Middle Eastern morning sunlight,
Snacked on an Ecuadorian banana and saved the Kiwi apple for later.
Thai rice and two Irish eggs await me for lunch,
My over-worked Japanese kettle whistles once again,
As I break the American yellow tablet of vitamins into two.
Tonight, I will try the Indian tea that puts you into deep slumber.
I got fifteen minutes of Middle Eastern morning sunlight,
And a whole lot of other goodness from all over,
And all I long for is a breath of clean Kohima air.
When health takes a dip and loneliness is at its peak,
When all inspiration slips and I am jittery with anxiousness,
Nothing comforts like the warmth from my parents’ hearth.