Forced Exile

      A Home Lost

Remembering my home, 

Which stood like a dome.

Over me in cold, sun and rain,

Shooing away agony and pain.

Recalling my childhood days, 

Time spent in playful ways.

Robbed treasure trove of my past

Lingering memories that would last. 

Bonded with its dirt and dust,

Returning home, my only lust. 

Strange ways, how destiny is cast

Till I grew old and breathed my last,