When I left my motherland I packed a lot of luggage my clothes, my perfumes, my favorite masala packs and tiny-tiny, knick-knacks... my each book, my each song, and everything that I could take along.
On my arrival to this country I checked all of it; if it reached safe and intact. Yes, everything was fine except for one thing that had refused to part And that was my little heart.
No matter how much this country can allure My heart is still over there I know for sure.
