The Girl Wants To Go Home.

The girl wants to go home

she  has been in a roam

for a time in the storm

has lost her way back home.


She is stranded for a while

calls “mama, mama” all the while

could not find anyone  in the  side

cries with fear none being beside.


The passers  by look at her with pity

none did wish to take her to the city

which she called to be  her  own

cried with fear in a pathetic tone.


One kind person came to her

held her hand with love for sure

wiped her tears  with care

took her in her arms  an act rare.


The people around looked on

the samaritan  played no fun

walked with the child  not in haste

she being a soul all the more chaste.


The girl immediately took to her

smiling she went with her

at least one among the crowd

released the girl from her shroud.


Being, as it is, a very easy effort

none did offer to help but deferred

know not why people behave so?

could quote many such incidents in row.




















A Home Away From Home.

A home away from home

could become  a second home

never could the first

be replaced at the best.


Having to live in such a way

she spends part of her days

being at home for months few

at the second one in a due.


The homes throw warmth

one being bearable  and calm

the other  extends a swelter

hot and scorching rather.


Being blessed to live in countries hot

could it be a blessing or a curse in short

never in a place cool and pleasant

well, that is her  fortune in a sense.



Dual sims in mobiles they say

an easy catch in a way

similar be  not the dual   stay

neither here nor there in a way.


It was once exciting and  interesting

now has turned sour and disgusting

the bags are on the shoulders always

know not how to throw them out in  a way.


The earth’s rotation on its own axis

takes about twenty four hours in practice

it goes on without a sulk  or a discontent

an endurance with an enormous content.


Learn to be like the earth  in activities

not being distracted by its own gravity

such a way do your duty as you ought to

never lose track of your denominations  unto.home away from home







Let You Live.

Let you live

peace and harmony be yours

at home mostly.


At home first

the world comes only next

love each other.


Love each other

a slogan  being very valuable

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Poetry rejoice steadfast.

The Way Back Home

The long drive home

cross  over rivers

a ride over fly- overs

a stop at  the toll

a halt at junctions

a slow down in traffic

a sweep when free

a pleasure in  a quietude

the thoroughfare on one  end

the  serenity at the other

go I with an insatiable drive

I should be home in an hour

my sweet home beckons with a smile

being away by only a few milesdrive back home

the desire jumps out in strength

the love of home is a treasure

it being a great wealth

inexpressible in its delineation

a fascination that clings to me steadfast

I would be there in no time

makes me rejoice with glee.

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More At Home

More at home

never like to roam

a home is a home

small or big

like to dig

eat few figs

read a book  with interest

that is the way I rest

with that my life is full of zest

a read, a write and a sleep

with thoughts not very deep

I stay at home all the time

not matter when the clock and write

cherish Poetry transaction.

A Part Of Me

The upholstery has to be changed

the curtains require a clean up

the house  needs a facelift home dear

the plumbing should be checked

the furniture is to be polished

the garden has to spruced up

the driveway must be swept

that be the thought every day

I roam around the house aimlessly

with a lot of thought in mind

might sound frivolous to many

as these are very ordinary

those who think of transactions

business in billions and trillions

of economy, of diplomacy and ties

these sound very idiotic and  cheap

I cherish and hold my home dear

I am too much attached to her

a part  of me rather in a way

the best part of me in an emphatic say.


A Temporary Distraction

Back again in my home

relaxing in a way casual

look out of the patio in general

my eyes wander in a roam

a man and his  wife walk aplomb

a scene very simple and  normal

a cyclist goes on the road as usual

followed by a car in close comb

the sounds are so intense

a buzz almost beyond control

life is  clearly seen in every action

a contrast to the experience recently in a sense

a quietness impressive  not enough to fold

the liveliness I behold with fascination

my road at home


A Holiday

Away from my home

a holiday it is in a way

being  a month and more

I  am out of home for long

hopping to strange places

back to the  den to rest awhile

I resume the move very soon

become  exhausted so quick

unknowingly arises a desire to return

as  the comforts of my own home

so difficult to sideline and ignore

press me to get back fast

nothing much of a difficulty

I now spend time with the dear ones

loving and cheerful the day passes

yet I am not able to suppress  my longing

the call becomes even more loud

I would be off in a few more days

back to my little haven

the space where I rejoice

the place I hold so close.



The Call Of Home

The call from home

rings frequent

a great trend it is

away for long  from home

a sequence  not usual

the warmth of its interior

strikes  through  in a cosy

the magnificent exterior

extends a loving embrace

found  missing in this sojourn

where the wish to see places

takes a fair part of the time

the most  important be

the time with own kin

reaches the saturation

that  in a fit of the moment

the strong firm whisper

knocks the ear in turns

holds the breath in a clasp

while the mind turns in a  thirst

to get back home in first.

call of home



Away from home
Always moving out and roaming
Feel not homely