Come Home

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Click: Amit Bose

 

M O N D A Y , A P R I L 1 2 , 2 0 1 0

Come home

 

She often stood at the door gazing blankly at the road,

It became just a habit.

He had left years back without a word.

A vagabond at heart, she knew his mind, soul and loved him.

She waited for him tirelessly, but not a word from him.

He flew to distant lands,

Traversed alone, searching for soul, peace and happiness,

He came unto her, waiting as she was at the door,

His soul was famished , bruised, little old.

He just sat for a while , and then slept for hours.

At last he just hugged her and said I went so far.

All that I lost and searched I knew not I WOULD FIND IT HERE!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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