Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Home coming

Home Coming
Angry at Dad , Angry at Mom,
I left home,
At home I felt I was in chains,
Outside I was free

But not quite free........

I realised how anger is futile
First is survival
Then I was homesick
Wept bitterly

I collected myself
And started
" Home Coming"

Realising the fact
That
When somebody's far
You miss him more
So "Home Coming"

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