Different homes,
Yet same location,
Different intelligence,
Yet same aspiration,
A strange land ready to impact,
Stomach as flat as pancakes,
Good-bye to home,
Yet wished to stay back,
A day of freedom, a day of visit,
Soon, not a long time, Left all by ourselves
Seeing same bitter Sweet faces,
Left again to good bad days,
But soon home bell calls,
Too good to behold
In this race,
Focus is the key
Result awaits the end.
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Author:
Annasthecia Joy Bissan (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2024 14:38
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem captures the poet experience as a child leaving home to a boarding house to stay all by herself, With no experience of such and meeting people from different places.
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