A LITTLE SHORT OF HOMECOMING
The train of thoughts
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1 min readApr 27, 2020
It must have been the mellifluous breeze,
Gathering the sweet smell of the wet soil —
Reaching out to me far and wide,
Punctuating my evening by a myriad of emotions!
It must have been the twirl of palm leaves —
Creating a spectacle
And whispering to me in undertones,
Convincing me of no love lost.
It must have been the trail of crimson
Kissing the horizon for one final time —
Till the sun dipped in
Sending ripples through my rhyme.
It must have been the flavour of olden days coming alive
Through the window of a snap clicked by,
Signalling my train of thoughts, “It’s home, child —
Come, stop by…”
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