Home Coming Poem by Putholi Arumugham T

Home Coming



After all these years of solitude,
on this midnight with no moon,
I took three shots of whiskey,
more than any normal day.

Now walking through these unknown roads
of this known town,
I cant even find a safe place,
to pee.

Sunday, December 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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