Teardrops stroll down the eyes,
cleansing the eyeballs,
as one reminisces on the delights of being home,
6 weeks or is it 7,
do make a difference,
the heart that yearns the green fields,
where the grass is always greener,
the sun brighter and closer,
Alas! A few days to break from being sojourners,
traveling trough roads of science, arithmetic, and literature,
a journey of 4 years,
indeed, it’s just a phenomenon of occurrence,
that helps you find your path to a greater voyage.
By Joy Kirima.