Treasure Island

Aditi Arora


This place we call home


Home is where the heart is.
Maybe
not- -
for what is this place
where mother lies broken
in the strong old chair
watching sentimental films
failing to provide catharsis?
Broken- - not like the lines on grandmother's face- -
they have come with age- -
Mother has aged before her age
in this place
she calls home.
What is this place
where father is afraid
every passing moment- -
afraid- - to meet the children's eye- - afraid of a shame- -a shame so shameful
even getting crushed under the train could not have splattered it away?
So he came back- -
having sat for too long on the tracks
to this place
he calls home.
The long vacations are here again- -
I think I will go back
to this place I just told you
I call
home.

Submitted: Monday, August 05, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 05, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (8/16/2013 4:32:00 AM)

    The flowing tone really recall a feeling how we feel when we at home, in those far places, harder time..home is calling us and this is the voice of it_Soul (Report) Reply

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