Leaving Home Poem by ANANDA GOPAN

This is not a dream,
Because in my dreams,
there is always comfort...
but here i am struggling...

I am leaving my home
with all my books and
with all i have..
we are shifting to
another place,
new and unfamiliar...

i try to contain my sorrow
as i leave my home.
I try to still my heart
as i-
slip from my room with all i had there
moving slowly,
out of my home,
i cross through
many of the funny memories
i had there

It is the middle of the night
and-
I hear every sound
inside me,
outside me..

i entered the cab and
it drove through the calm night,
under the stars
with the earth trembling beneath,
calling me back
The tress one against other
calling me back...

when my home had gone
out of my sight,
i slipped under my moms hands
letting the cab
carry me
away from my heart,
away from my home..
I am
leaving
my home...