Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Home Stay


Travel
I enjoy
Seeing places
Viewing history
Days away
Apply pressure
Stealthily.

Even a short
Trip nearby
Becomes
Quite tedious
Traffic jams
Causing
Spent up time
And energy.

In the end
Stay at home
Turns out sweet
Relaxing,
Source of joy.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Bri Edwards (11/24/2013 6:55:00 PM)

    i agree with you completely. i'm a stay-at-home (hometown that is; i'd hate to be stuck in the HOUSE all day and night!) . but, even though i described myself that way when i met my wife, she has dragged me (but not usually kicking and screaming) here and there for days and even weeks! ! ! ! oh how good it is to be back home. i like the word Stealthily here. thanks for sharing. :) (Report) Reply

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