my childhood home

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A home in India of yore
was not filled with things
nor was it a personal space;
It was in fact a stage for life’s
tiny pockets of precious moments to happen replete with resounding
noises of playing children,
cooking aromas and
gossipy visiting
relatives.
~

Mind writes couplets in air
Etching words in shifting sands
Expressing love and admiration
That’d remained unsaid when
It would’ve mattered the most
~
Running hands in ocean’s curls , heart prays that this love letter
Would finally reach home
~
Amen

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