Pulang Kampung

The city sleeps, a concrete maze,

But in my heart, a longing plays.

For rice fields green and skies so wide,

Where childhood dreams and memories hide.

The bus wheels hum, a steady beat,

A rhythm calling, bittersweet.

Each mile I travel, closer I grow,

To the kampung where my roots still flow.

Anticipation paints the air,

As childhood landmarks I compare.

The banyan tree, a giant wise,

The winding road, a sweet surprise.

There stands the house, familiar sight,

Walls bathed in golden morning light.

A mother's smile, a warm embrace,

The scent of home, a loving space.

The village well, a gathering place,

Childhood friends with laughter's trace.

Stories shared beneath the moon,

A simple life, a joyful tune.

The call to prayer, a calming sound,

Peaceful evenings on hallowed ground.

The evening breeze, a lullaby,

Stars like diamonds in the sky.

Though city lights may hold their sway,

Pulang kampung washes worries away.

A piece of me, forever there,

In fertile soil and fragrant air.

So let me stay, a while at least,

Renew my spirit, find sweet release.

For pulang kampung, a gift so true,

Reconnects heart and whispers, "You belong, too."