Into The Past Poem by Seema Aarella

Hard it is to be alone
Away from family of my own
I miss them badly everyday
And know they miss me same way.

I miss my little sleepy town
And home where I had grown,
The pets I had raised with love
I know they are dead by now.

Are my books still neatly kept?
In those racks where I had left
Somewhere in pages between
Are the keepsakes of my teen.


How I lived no one knows
Except the walls and windows
As witness to my Dreams they stand
I pine for them from faraway land.