Coming Home

As the dusk descends from the sky
And entraps rays of hills and plain
I return home and sink myself in
Even if it has no window no pane

Windows and doors can be mended
And the leaking roofs can be restored
I will not chide my saviour my home
And that dimly lit lamp on my door

I liked rising and setting of the sun
And loved all the phases of the moon
Admired sky n clouds, colours n flowers
Yet chirps of my garden birds makes me swoon

To come back home, I’ve left home
Reversion is nostalgic for everyone
Got a choice of staying out having all there
Still chose to return home having none

The outside world is for everyone
Everyone will get their share of joys
If you’re awaited at your home, it’s a feat
In all what remains is love and that’s yours

Copyright (c): Dr. Nikhat Bano
New Delhi, India. December 22, 2016.
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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

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