The Place I Can Call Anything But Home
written by: S. Akbar
I returned home today
Just to find a spotless place.
Everything is in its place—
The scattered pins, the makeup thingies
The worn books, the unfolded blanket
The dehydrated plants, the broken pieces of the anklet
Dirty dishes in the sink, stained cloths on the floor!
Spotless!
One might think I’m lucky.
Or, a spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to be thankful!
But all I can see is a house—
A house that doesn’t crave my existence.
I never saw, but I can bet—
A home would have been different!
A literature student with a passion for writing. I grew up with a fascination for nature, especially sky gazing. There is something about books, poetry, the sky, and flowers that never fails to excite me. Most of my writing deals with the complex dynamics of human emotion and is intertwined with nature clusters.
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