Coming Back Home
Countless falling of leaves bit by bit,
Out of my window I stare everyday.
Memories of my home haunts me,
In the lonely hours of the day.
Nevertheless I console my soul,
Gonna meet everyone soon.
Bewildered and puzzled,
After all its been ages.
Counting days and nights,
Knowing that my home is sheer fine.
Home where my soul lies,
Often in my dream I cherish,
Me, the most happiest I suppose,
Entering my home in due course.
Date of submission: 12/04/2021
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