Homecoming Poem by ragesh damodaran

Shadows cast on paths all worn,
these paths that once lead to my home,
now these paths are all worn,
and through these paths I walked alone.

The solemn looking trees were old,
the sound of falling leaves was old,
as fallen leaves crumbled underneath,
I felt a sorrow down beneath.

The air kissed the sidelined trees nomore,
the birds they sang no songs anymore,
the house that stood there was home nomore,
it is unpopulated behide its doors.

The house is old and desolate,
It has elements the civilised hate,
but it has kept my youthful memories calm,
this house of old is where I belong.

To come back home I waited long,
I accept it as it is, for its where I belong,
in foriegn lands I felt its longing,
now I come back, this is my homecoming.