M. Asim Nehal Home Poems

no sun to sparkle
on a dull, windy morning
my heart is at home
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In an old age home, a tale of a young girl unfolds,
her eyes filled with tears and her heartache untold.
Her parents kept it clandestine and held their lips tight,
Until the school took the students to the old age home site.
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Deep in thought,
my mind begins to roam,
through the depths of my soul,
And I find my home.
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