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| Andreea Ch |
Homewards Bound…
When paths diverge
Dust gathers
And forevers become fleeting
When passion turns to mere duty
Time to return soulwards
My very own
Home…
The old old home
Housing my multiple versions
The innocence of childhood
Impulse of teenage
Solitude of later years…
The quaint balcony
The room on the roof
The solitary armchair
The scent of old books
The gentle echoing greens
With the large window
Through which the moon peeps
Creating magic each night
Wait with quiet patience
For the traveller to return
The old home stretches its lonely arms
To greet the weary
The wise old trees
Bend to shelter
The cloud comes peeping
Through the lonesome window
While the many versions meet and mingle
To commence the journey
Homewards
Inwards
Soulwards…
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| Supatra Sen, Ph.D. |


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