New

New people in
The new places
Make you crave
For the old faces

The alien wind
Its new touch
Has a drab feel
Pinching as such

Making aware
Of the home left
Family and friends
Lost in some theft

This sun too has
A different tinge
Here As I sit
Lonely and cringe

From indulging in
The new ways
Trying to hear
What the past says.

But mincing steps
Have to be made
For what you left
Has to fade

So open up and
Soak the sensations
Indulge in those
Forsaken temptations

Try and live up to
The day at your steps
Grow in stature after
The days at the preps