Home Alone Never Good.. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

When I am home alone
the home will be more loud
with the echo of their talks
and laughs and cries that are
left behind maybe to accompany
me in my silent poetry odyssey;
my wishes to see them and have talks
may go wild unlike the times they are so close;
this may end up in making me feel lonely.

I may try to hug a new poem more tightly
but maybe some heavy sighs come in the way.
I may love to wait for their getting home
at my work with a bit heavy heart.