I feel-like going home; <br />What my new home is like? <br />What is there in <br />that I do not like? <br /> <br />I feel-like going home. <br />It’s in the rush of life <br />That people go quiet. <br />In the presence of what we likes <br />We are but kids; <br />Put in the midst of opulence. <br /> <br />I don’t know what I have done <br />as not to be what I had been. <br />Could that be a kind of luck <br />Or some favours that come by chance? <br /> <br />This home homing could be <br />A “come full circle”, <br />‘it has been a long way already <br />and you have no way to go pursuing’. <br /> <br />The way I have at hand <br />is but my new way home. <br />Must be. I believe so. <br />Even if it’s not, <br />still I love to believe so. <br /> <br />This homecoming is <br />What I have been after. <br />I did never pray, <br />nor did I complain. <br />What I did utmost was <br />‘I stayed constant’. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Again and again I asked, <br />“Do I do what I should? ” <br />Or “I do things the way they come by? ” <br />I don’t know why <br />some questions defy <br />Answers that look <br />Really very close by? <br /> <br />Now I feel, <br />when I feel like going home, <br />that it’s true to all. <br />No matter where you come from. <br />It’s home that makes you one. <br />It’s the same that gives you your room.<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-homecoming/
