A month from now
would be back home
a rejoice it is anyhow
a month and half’s roam
nowhere but in another home
seems to be a tedium
as I love my home
so dear it is to me
so full of memories of glee
a temporary shift itself
is enough in itself
to extend a longing
my home feels the inkling
as I could see it remain sad
when I return to its fold
a bondage it is of great
Meenas Poems 