Dark Paradise

As we departed for a long journey, My heart punned with jocundity, Had heard a lot about its beauty, But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily, As I propelled on non-native soil, It seemed so preposterously royal, Still there, ah I missed my home, Oh where I could fearlessly roam, Where the noise of rickshaws, It seems so soothing the way it draws! Where we wait for that oily heavy breakfast, While licking my fingers I bet! I in contrast! They pour so oil in them that would‘ve surpassed The oil in deep ocean … that America cast! They call east is submerged into Spirituality’s aptness No but it is more traditional I say, tooting my profoundness! Here nobody would be bothered if found felonious, But if disobeyed family, would be considered vicious. I’m telling you about the preciousness of my land, About the norms people engulf, in my homeland, We gather now and then to celebrate, The loves we give each other, make us grate, In my home, neighbors are never left alone, Such a hospitality inn! Greeted as are our own Girls wear the shirts, better shawled, Which west calls modest but I say, These are the values, in which they are mold, These are our norms practiced since Islam borne! Please don’t turn over from its today’s view it still is the paradise though dark, I construe!