Moving From Them Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I moving away from them
In search of seeking for job and employment,
Leaving them
Who lived with and grew up together
And shared with in joys and sorrows,
I moving away from them
But they calling me from behind,
The souls chatting in unison with,
The remembrances and memories of attachment
Making weep
And the voices from the behind calling me,
Father’s love,
Brother’s love,
Mother’s love,
Sister’s love
And leaving them, where to go,
What to get,
Leaving us, go you not,
Come back, come back,
A son of the soil?