Going Home Poem by abu tarek md tahsin
Going Home
The neons are a dazzling agony
The drizzle of monsoon
A reminder
Of a warm bed
Wrapped around your arms.
As I grapple
With life
Spent in a cubicle,
Other side of the city.
The morning is a new blessing
While the air feels fresh
As I play with your hair
Upon my bare chest.
You ask 'are we going home yet'?
I smile and ponder
Life's trivialities
Like marriage and kids
And memories to grow old with.
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