After all the adventures do you wish to return?
Would you feel bitter, leaving the trail of a journey midway?
That calling from home is always there like an obsessive tune
It is another matter that you choose to hum differently
Trying to find other rhythms to compete with the busy world
Are you being listened to?
You wouldn’t realize, as your tune submerges in the sameness
Do you remember the flavour of your home?
The unkempt feelings reside there in a dreary place
Surrounded by musty walls; the emptiness has an overpowering odour
Valuable artefacts tussle and fall over each other to crowd the dwelling
Far away from home, the crooks have an eye on the valuables
Why lament, when you do not wish to walk back to your home?
Someday, the voices will dwindle and even the Sun won’t be above
The rapid disintegrations will not be cushioned by darkness
~Amitav
Beautifully penned 👌
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