Coming Home

Poem By Sumeet Mahanti

As I set back home
for my motherland-
that nurtured my childhood,
memories flooding into my mind
of the happy home where I once stood

Long seen home-land still afresh
with the fragrance of dust and mud,
the sight of cattle salvaging the greenery
the wailing of babies – tender as a flower bud

Coming home to the beckon of love
-the mystic abode bedecked with ornate glory,
of the roses and lilies in full bloom-
strewn on the path-leading to my home

Alas- expectant eyes that long awaited
Envisioning the homecoming of a son,
I realise – are but part of a far-blurred vision
straining for a glimpse from above- far away from humandom

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