A migrant, I’ve no tales
of herculean tragedy
to my name, you see
not every trip is planned
nor every destination
fixed, it was a chance I
stumbled upon few roads
knowing one day I’ll go
back, I walked hesitatingly
meeting few along ,aware
that home is a person we
go back to, my golden
abode is calling, my time
here is running out but
I’ve one more path to
undertake before I call
it a day!
15 thoughts on “Migrant”
Thanks alot Rmayani, your kindness keeps me going!
This was beautiful. Enjoyed the journey
Thanks dear friend, truly appreciate it your kind words. Hope your holidays are going fine 👍
As a migrant we always feel our home is calling.Such moving words Tanya
I know Megha, home is always calling and the yearning intensifies over time. Its strange predicament to be in, but this is how it is :). Thanks for stopping by dear, hope your are doing better now, is ur maid back?
Yes much better..yes she came back this Monday.. Do you remember Madhuri’s song” Mera piya ghar aaya”..that’s what ringing in my ears since yesterday.lol
Ha ha I can feel you, it’s really tough without maid, I am seeking one too to help me with chores, it’s very exhausting otherwise!
So only comes thrice a week and few hour a day byt anything is better than nothing.
relatable and beautiful told my friend
Thanks Shantanu for stopping by, I am glad my words resonated! But isn’t the story for many of us ??
true that my friend
Love this Tanya!!