Wanderlust

Tell the man drowned in wanderlust

Not to forget his home ever

Tell him to carry the aroma of his

Mom's food

Blended with care and spiced with love

If he refuses to carry the freshly plucked flowers of his garden

Then

Smile a little at his silly and impatient self

And tell him,

Even the withered flowers remind of the garden of memories

When kept in between the pages of a diary

In the hustle-bustle world

If he misses rain, petrichor, and tea

Then his all-time favourite radio

Is always ready at

His old but evergreen wooden window

In this changing world,

Tell him,

To find a love

Constant like home

Who can make him feel home

Who can remind him of home

And If he ever gets lost

Then let her guide him back to his home

The world is a pleasure

But home is peace

Tell that man with wanderlust

Not to forget his home ever

The home that is

The ultimate serenity amid all the chaos