Returning Home Poem by Shruti Goswami

It's another nostalgic afternoon,
When the fleet of birds return to their nest,
Amidst melodious chirping, in the dusk.

When the village bride lights her lamp,
Beneath the auspicious Tulsi tree
In the small courtyard of her home;
Breathing a prayer for the wellness of her family.

When the sun returns to its heavenly abode
After a brief play of a splash of colours with the sky,
I return too.

To the one,
Who has waited, since time was born,
It did not end even though the end came.

Oh! The wait has stood the test of time,
Bathed in the sun rays,
Touched by the moon beams,
By the moistness of the innocent dewdrops,
It has emerged through the thin veil of fog.

I know, far away in the dark corner of a forlorn cottage,
A small lamp burns,
And know that it will continue its quest alone,
Regardless of time.