I walked down the street, trying to remember it all,
But not seeing a single thing that I could recall.
The neighborhood wasn't what it used to be,
Alongside the road, there were no Jamun trees.
There were no houses older than a few years,
Nothing could remind me of my childhood fears.
Then I saw it, something I could finally recognize,
Standing there, our house, like a sight for sore eyes.
It hadn't changed with time, it had stayed the same,
A little rundown, it was a home to which I came.
Sighing, as I took the trip down memory lane,
I remembered the innocent smiles and not the pain.
I was home, at last, after longer than I care to admit,
I was here to stay, but as a winner and not a misfit.
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Not Loveless
PoetryIt is a collection of poems that will make you laugh or cry out in despair. Sometimes, both at once. They will light up your soul and make you feel alive. That's not all of it though, there is a lot more that you might find between these lines...
