Echo Of The Reminiscence

From my balcony, I see elders in my society walk,

Pleasing it is, to hear them laugh and talk.

Remembering the day when I left home,

In search of a good job, much did I roam.

How easy was it to make another abode,

Mingling with people and traveling new road.

Poets say things move on - with passing time,

Why then do I feel a pain- all the time?

Cherished memories of my parents, siblings and home alike,

Stare at my eyes, vivid and ripe

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In the race of memories versus money that I earn,

Moolah out-rightly wins is what I learn.

Listening to my heart could have been right,

Never knew decision making, required so much might.

Balancing my thoughts and consoling my feelings,

Calling and visiting home, often, as a part of my healing.

Alas, lucky are the ones, who live with their dad and mom,

Oh God! Can living together become much more than a norm…