Home
written by: Jahnavi Gouri Panicker
@janvelvet13
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
Jahnavi Gouri Panicker is an aspiring teen author and poetess. She writes poems as a way to understand herself and her emotions better. Jahnavi considers herself to be a student of life and believes in the power of words. Her hobbies include researching historical mysteries and learning about different cultures that exist around the globe.
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