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Unlike refugees, who don’t have a home behind or infront of them, we have a home. But,
Will it remember all those mornings that the woodpecker made mating calls from its roof?
How on sleepless nights, someone read and made notes from a borrowed J. Krishnamurti’s Notebook?
All those times, we listened to “Ae zindagi gale laga le”? (Hey life, come hug me.)
Will it remember, how many times the kids yelled, “dumb” and “butt” and “dumbbutt”?
How friends partied and parted at the threshold of the front door?
How in those late hours, the kids slept on their parents’ shoulders as they left?
Read the full poem here.
— https://futurestrong.org/2017/06/28/when-home-is-still-here-and-we-arent/
and if you would like to read more of my poetry, please visit:
— https://futurestrong.org/rachana
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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