HOME.

My mem'ry visit its scenes again

of ev'ry happening that lay b'hind,

The pictures in my belly blaze

through moments that play my mind rewind.

Treading treshes of memorylane.

Sunk,d in the bath of remembrance.

Old thoughts come with sound effects too-

of shouts,yells of children and their nasal twangs.

Far away from my infant-hood,

playful screams and gaily prance

under the noon sun and smiling ev'ning moon,

casting on us-like flint-flippant trance.

Having measure'd large number'd days,

increase'd height and added weight,

distance,d from my cradle'd place:


(Like him who scribe upon slates);

I keep diary of my humble home,

engrave'd in the tablets of my heart.

Of mother's care that she never doff'd

and how,like mat, she spreads

rays of her kindling dotes.



If i walk,d the whole world over

and my valise holds earth's ventral cores.

Solemn still is my home yard.

If my iris saw it all,

and my vision reach'd its very verge,

i'll still cherich my humble cabin bed,

where my dream had cast its first.

Home! My home.

The shelter of kindred embrace,

knitting hearts ripp'd far apart.

Bring siblings back together,

and returning the feets of alien'd brother.

Distance'd from my cradle place...

I have walk'd the world over.

Yet,pictures in my belly blaze...

Of Home's shelter,

and kindred embrace.