Sweet smell of earth, welcoming breeze
Love and joy of friends who care
Crows & minas sharing in the joy but
Neighborhood dogs not so sure
Coconuts planted by tiny hands
Now so tall and beyond my reach
Curry leaf plants once so scarce
Are now yielding in such abundance
Always wet washing stone
Now dried up and out of sight
Heavily used grinding stones
Now forgotten in unknown corner
My precious study table is now so old & frail
Yet so proudly holding my huge suitcases
Stainless steel plates and tumblers
Are constant reminders of childhood dinners
The same old same old water pots
The same old same old dosai stone
The same old same old local stores
With familiar chatting and friendly glances
It feels the same to be home
To breath in the love of my Mother
Much loved and welcomed as always
Just like many many years ago...
Every dog has his day
8 months ago
7 comments:
Welcome back.
Place where one grows is always close to heart...and of course parents.
Clearly shows you are missing India.
I am sure you had a short but a nice vacation. And, welcome back.
Same old dosai stone! Now you are making me homesick.
Thank you A! & SG! How nice to hear from you again. Hope all is well at your end.
Regards,
~ NRIGirl
Ah ha Parentss mmmm and HOMEeeeeeeeeee thats why they say home sweet home :)
Very, very warm, nice poem. Definitely, echoes all the things that make us want to go home.
Home, sweet home!
Reading your post
gave a warm feeling..
Thank you for your comments @Bikramjit, @Sanand & @Latha Nair. Glad to hear from you all. Much appreciated.
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