Chirps on my window..

You still whisper in my ears, those melodious songs that you used to make me hear each morning... to wake me up when all i wanted to do was to turn to the other side and dig my face in the pillow.. But you, as persistent as I knew you, would come right by my window pane and kiss your message clearly in my ears wishing me a good day! And now here i am in a big city with no signs of you or that window...How I miss my homeland, your voice and my people.. How I miss you.