There's no rhyming scheme. There are no fancy words. Just something I feel right now. That's what poetry is all about right? Expressing what you feel? :) Why follow a bunch of rules someone; somewhere has laid down? ;)


A place I call home

I walk along the road,
My eyes following the path,
Littered with dry leaves of the fall,
Nothing seems familiar,
Everything seems unique.

Miles away from home,
It's the same kind of birds chirping in the sky,
Yet they seem different,
Yet they seem new.

There's this excitement of being in a new place,
All alone,
Finally independent,
But my mind wanders back to the face of my mother,
The place I call home.

I've met new people,
I've made new friends along the way,
But my mind wanders back to the sound of laughter,
Of the friends I've left behind.

As much as this new life appeals to me,
As much as I want to stay,
I hear a calling,
I want to go back,
I need to go back,
To a place I call home.





Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2014-01-27 at 05:48

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This is very heat-felt. I think we all miss home when we leave it, and will probably always want to go back, but new places are full of adventures that will become the fondest memories.
A beautiful poem.
2014-01-28