I am a traveller
Searching for my home
But I am stuck in a Labrinth
Unguided and alone
This place is lovely, but it's cold
I want warmth, I need my home
The road is beautiful when seen from outside
But ask this traveller the reality this beauty hides
This is a sweet dream which many wants to live
Not me ,
I have travelled enough and just want to leave
The home before where I lived feels like a distant memory
And for this homesickness theirs no remedy
I have travelled so far that I have become a guest in my own house
Oh what a tragedy!
So now where is home ?
When that was the only place I have ever known
Where should I go now?
The only place I had, is also gone.
-Bushra
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What's wrong with the HEART?
PoetryJournaling my thoughts as a poem The book was previously known as ' the poems of heart'
