Far from my hamlet,
Far from my native haunts,
Iam here- in a dazzling world,
Iam here- on a land of endless parade.
After a long flight
Iam amidst the charming Boston lights.
Iam standing in a different world
Iam feeling a different mould.
Snow is covering the land
Leaves are falling around.
It is all a solemn note;
Birds have left the dales.
Along the crescent walks
Iam strolling all alone.
It is a quiet evening
And my poesy takes an enchanted kiss.
As I cover these avenues
I feel close to my heart and gathering winds.
Nature before me is a quiet lass,
And takes me thro’ to my hamlet in all her grace.
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Note: - My father-in-law had once flown to Boston and his impressions are penned here by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem