Her Home.
A cradle in the night and
A quiet hum of a lullaby.
They could make her smile,
Till she lost all her
Reasons to cry.
A happy child, a perfect home,
The Three Musketeers,
They were known. Now,
A slow burn in her heart,
Tell tales of gory details,
Of familiar eyes and smile akin hers.
Her hands skim through the Polaroids
Bittersweet memories cloud her mind.
And now she craves for the pain,
Like there's no tomorrow.
An escape, from their lies,
"We will come home."
She will leave the place,
Which was once her solace,
Where now, she felt like a trespasser.
A spitfire with sparks of hope,
And a tranquil face,
Like a calm before the storm.
"Don't waste your tears
You are going home soon."
And when she reaches her paradise,
Two yearning souls, shall rejoice.
Sanchari
19. 1. 2019
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