The Return
I return to birth place which I left in times of pain
I can smell the scents of soil stuck in roots so deep
All looks new to my vivid eyes trapped in the past
Today I shall see my carrier who is still standing
She is so fragile now but can cover long walks
I return with nothing on my hands not even a stain of dirt
My hands are so clean and soft that you can wipe your tongue
I am returning from where labour is only endure by the mind
Mama I too wanted to come with something like my peers
But I return with nothing on my hands for now
The pain that I left you with still linger my empty dreams
Thou I am unlike the others what I bring to you is love
What I have is crafted in my mind and encrypt with codes
But I have the key to open everything now
What I will open will change everything that seems blur
Today I return exhausted with guilt of not fulfilling your expectations
But I am glad that this world has kept space for both of us
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