MY HOME
My home is in the valley of heaven,
Under the bosom of Mother Nature
The valley remains virgin for ages,
And beautiful as ever and laudable!
My home is in the valley and remains…
But the distance to my home increased.,
As I am waxed and walked away…
Though it was inevitable, it became a habit
A habit of deliberate neglect.
I walked past and will be there somewhere
With somebody…
But not at home!
My home will go nowhere, I was sure
And lost priority… unaware that..
My mother was waiting, glancing at the empty road
Reluctant to go inside as I was expected at any time..!
She closed her door only half, thinking
What if her daughter turns up suddenly?
She jumped up and ran to the gate for some shadow…
Returns silently as it turned out to be a stranger,
She sat alone on the veranda, watching the clouds shaping
Thinking about the curiosity in my twinkling eyes once…
Someday I thought of my home and returned,.
Home was there, but my mother was missing,
Did you come at last, retorted the broken veranda,
So you came… sighed the half dried Gulmohar tree.
Yes, I came…and give me little space to sit
And wait… glancing at the empty road with the door half open…!!
BRIJI.KT
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