At the doorstep of my heart, <br />with my nameplate and a lock <br />my soul stands, exhausted. <br />And as I open the door, <br />the grime and the dust <br />of the day's commotion <br />the frenzy, the cold envy <br />the torrid wrath, the temptations <br />the frustrations, the compulsions <br />and the deciet, all fall down. <br />The pastel walls welcome <br />the music of optimism plays, <br />my baby's hugs pamper <br />and a peaceful slumber later, <br />like in a mother's womb, <br />I am all at home <br />like a soul to the heart. <br /> <br />17/06/09<br /><br />maitreyee joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-home-7/
