Our Childhood Home Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Our Childhood Home



We tried hard not to dream
While awake and in sleep
We leaned against the parapet
The shadows seemed to tease;
The sounds were unduly harsh
And the sights mere fragments.
Our dreams were a hotchpotch.
We could go back to then space
But surely not that time-space
The subtle corners were there
But not those soft shadows;
Everything was not the same.

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