Here is where I spent my lazy days,
Oblivious, ignorant, my childish ways,
Mother’s love, sibling rivalry, fair plays,
Emulating monsters, elfs and fays.
Have I to reach this place,
Over the ocean, the empty space,
Merely with an unwavering pace,
Eagerly, on a never ending chase.
Has it become my asylum,
Of memories, visiting a custom,
Moving down the path seldom,
Encircling back to the new chasm.
Hence, I come back to this,
Only to find something amiss,
My sanctuary of complete bliss,
Exactly what I cannot dismiss.
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4 thoughts:
Wow..What a poem yaar. its so refreshing and so inspiring.
I must admire your use of words in the poem and they rhythm so well :)
Very good attempt :)
Keep writing :)
hey mahesh,
thanks for dropping by, and the comments! :)
I noticed the "HOME" word form from each sentence, after I reread it. Interesting how you formed that!
anon,
yea, my personalized version of an acrostic!
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