I feel the wind dancing through my hair
Nostalgia hits me I swear
The sun, the place,
I am reminded of every face.
The rhythm of purity and faith,
I am reminded of love and not hate.
The quiet brings me peace,
Being at home am at ease.
We should all live the days like this
My feelings, the mood, is in a bliss
A cup of karak would do wonders,
It can fix all the blunders
So as I sit on my comfy chair,
I let the breeze kiss my wavy hair
And drift to nostalgia i swear.