So chilling was the winter wind
So scorching was the summer heat
From here to There,
They all will go as they wished
But where can I go from here?
By Sonsnow
Wrote this poem some years back, when I was left back on campus during the vacations.
Where can I go from here?
Published
I wonder if you have recently been experiencing what you wrote of in this poem.
It wasn’t the same feeling but has always be dreaming of returning to my homeland.