Looking up in the glory of night,
Staring at the silver serene moon,
Looking out for one which is out of sight,
Hoping to return to it back soon.
Aves' serene melody play,
Fragrance of soil after the rain,
Falling on soft grass to lay,
Reminiscing all beautiful moments in foreign.
Taste of home cooked food,
Still lingers in my mouth,
Still feels hair flowing escaping from my hood,
Due to the wind which flew from south.
Missing my mother's warm lap,
Missing my father's kind words,
Missing my accidental class naps,
Missing the scenery of flapping of the birds.
Many thoughts had started to lurk,
Waiting for the holidays to come,
Finishing all my pending works,
I'll return back home.
I wrote this for a poetry contest few years back.
I dedicate to the people who live away from their home to build a new life and career for them.
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Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
