My attempt at Palindrome poetry [I Love to Write Poetry]

I heave a sigh, as I dream.

There's my little house by the stream...

A childish giggle,

The jingle of her bangles,

I hear them all...

From across the barbed wire,

Is this for real?

Saudade grips me...

In a land that I can't call my own,

Begging for fruits that I had grown,

"If there's a God, He's unfair", I scream!

(Now Read it upside-down)