Home…

home is not a place

it’s  a journey in time.

home is the taste 

of a certain curry.

it’s the scent of the monsoon,

And Tagore by the window sill.

it is the leaves of the mango tree,

and the FM radio.

home is not a place

it’s a world of unspoken  dreams.

 

 

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