Away From Home

I woke up in the morning to breathe a never before smelled air,
The first rays of the sun that infringed the darkness of my room had a different shade of yellow,
The birds sang to me the tunes of expatriation,
Among them I felt a lonely fellow.

The trees seemed distant relatives with their partially outstretched hands,
The flowery clouds did not greet me with new formations,
The water in the lakes were placidly indifferent,
I felt intoxicated with an alien potion.

Pondered why the window of dawn was so unknown and uninviting,
Found it to be a nightmare, later,
It came and left without much ripples,
But not without making me feel that home was far and far more better.