Homecoming Poem by Rajagopal Parthasarathy

Homecoming

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I am no longer myself as I watch
the evening blur the traffic
to a pair of obese headlights.

I return home, tried,
my face pressed against the window
of expectation . I climb the steps

to my f lat, only to trip over the mat
Outside the door. The key
goes to sleep in my palm.

I fear I have bungled again.
That last refinement of speech
terrifies me. The balloon.

Of poetry has grown red in the face
with repeated blowing. For scriptures
I, therefore, recommend

the humble newspaper: I find
My prayers occasionally answered there.
I shall, perhaps, go on.

Like this, unmindful of day
melting into the night.
My heart I have turned inside out.

Hereafter, I should be content,
I think, to go through life
with the small change of uncertainties.

[From 'Homecoming]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Santhosh 03 October 2020

Onnum puriyala

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Soni Singh 27 September 2020

I want question answer of this poem

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Neha kumari 06 August 2019

I want answers of this poem

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Paresh Chakra 06 December 2018

Of poetry has grown red in the face with repeated blowing. For scriptures I, therefore, recommend this stanga is very nice

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Malini 28 June 2018

I can easily get all poems here but I have little confusion about the line formation

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