Back Home I Am Poem by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

I was away a day; a day or few
Away with my body; with my soul
Trying to pluck the flowers of Happiness
In the garden of Eden; they call the World
So conspicuous was their alluring being
So short lived however their life; their scent
It lasted me a day or few
Then wilted in my hands without clue
What joy was that?
So fake, so ephemeral
Passing by me like my breath does
Could I have spent my whole life with it?
Holding to its memory, its dying charm
I came back home and buried the flowers
The faded glory together with it
The earthly bed was kind enough
To open its arms, to embrace its spread
I am back a day; a day or few
Along with my body; with my soul
My journey in transit, now concluded
Had made me Lost within being lost
I smell the earth around me now
And tinkling stars above my head
Till now I not realized what existed
So true its scent now to my senses
Back home I am, where my trajectory has set
The purpose of transition has been met