Homecoming...

The River Ganga!

My muffled footsteps move fast,

Faster than they were slow when leaving

my front door behind

for a long long time,

But all that is in the past...

I forget the squeamish feeling in my heart,

The tears brimming in my eyes,

the lump in my throat,

All that is long past...

For now I am back home,

The same old poppies grow in my garden,

The same old wind chimes welcome me back,

The same old jute rug at the doorstep,

for I am back home at last...

My mind blurs with memories of a phone call,

the call to report back thus,

Eradicating a smile on my face,

Mercenaries of joy and happiness,

And all of that whirred within so fast...

A tear again in my eyes

as they see the open doors,

My mother rushing out for me,

To engulf me in her warm arms...

But these are tears of happiness,

These are tears of joy,

For all those days away from home,

Are in distant shadows cast!

Written for:

3WW

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Poets United: Midweek Motif