Bread

O my mind
Why have you drifted so far from your home
To the cold shores of abroad

What are you looking for
comforts and convenience
Sense of adventure
or some extra money

Why have you left your loved ones behind
to  pamper in so called comforts of life
Only to wander in plush  malls
staring at the goods you already have

May be it is the foreign culture that has allured you
But how are you going to grasp everything in short span of time
what has taken some centuries to come alive

You are like a plant transplanted in foreign soil
Struggling to survive and hold on its own
In the face of new weather and new soil
Making daily adjustments just to survive

Or you had become like Alexander the Great
Who had come all the way to India from his homeland
Only to discover that Bread is same everywhere on Earth
Be it India or be it Europe