I strolled in the woods
Far from home
I had my eyes closed
Why, I didn't know
I felt like I had to
To keep my self from moaning
For sins I never committed
Or ones I needed to stop my self from committing
I wasn't afraid though
To take a step forward
I didn't knew what lay ahead
But, I'm no coward
I thought of my mother
Who probably was waiting for me back at home
While I could smell her beside me
As if to remind, in my walk, I'm not alone
Finally when I opened my eyes
And took a deep breadth
No matter where you go, you always end up home
Hath they said
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A refined poetic imagination, Priya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.