Home, a poem by Jahnavi Gouri Panicker at Spillwords.com
Hatice Baran



written by: Jahnavi Gouri Panicker



Home, I missed you well
Over days that felt foreign
Home, It drifted away
From my sight, Far it lay

New lands held my hand
But yours I wanted
I walked, new the sand
Yours I wish to stand in

Palm trees, I could see
They meant nothing to me
Home, Never home it be
My home, I wish to see

At last, I reached my home
Music scattered in tones
At last, I gave my hand
To home, It held my palm

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