Home, Sweet home

The redness of the sea,
When it meets the sky
in the evening,
Looks like the redness on the
forehead of a new bride…

My eyes are having a feast
With the stars instead of the
Planes…

My ears are surprised with the
Sound of birds instead of the
Cars…

The shells reaching the shore
are carrying castles of
Memories

There’s no signed road..
There’s no signal for WiFi. .
But still life did not stop.

Again,
My heart says,
There’s no place like my own space,
There’s no memory without friends,

So,
My dear nature,
It’s time to leave now!!
My city is calling me!!

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