We are going back home,
In the bus, in the tram,
In the train, in the Rickshaw,
On the motorbikes, wearing helmets,
The tired day has just left,
It is time to get refreshed,
The loving hearts early wait,
Tearing the air curtain to be joined,
In the traffic jam or on the empty roads,
Through the tunnels or with the rain splash,
We are going back home after work,
we are going back home after a tussle,
we are going back after learned something,
we are going back to get refreshed,
to come back again to face,
the never ending challenges.
This gave me many visuals and thoughts of my family wherever they are...tyvm karen
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Going back still means to me going back to India even with strength waning for a long hard journey. smell of that soil still nourishing me. Thank you Veeraiyah for that lovely thought.