Is this what home looks like
The ground zero for greatest venture viz life
Posters up and dreams above
All you think is Yes, transpire
Funny we much anticipate travelling
Sitting by the nook beneath the window you
Imagine to about travelling this World
In thy pent up aspirational self… sigh
How we float away in air of romantic music
Utterly yearning for the lap of your lover
Who you would bring home someday
From tediously journeying many lands and waters across
Sometimes too in dense haze of a cold memory
You’d find solace against the rough edges of
A sordid attention brought upon you
Every while your skin grazes that homely solidarity abound within walls of
your home
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