The Call Back Home Poem by Bhoomi Mittal

The green meadows,
So bright and tempting,
Calling me for nestling,
The soft sun rays,
Enchanting and alluring,
Making my Mind swing,
To choose between staying n swaying,
The blushing lavender's,
Sweet and delicate,
Admiring my quality as a stellate,
Asking me to be its mate,
Leaving behind this queer gait!
My not so courageous heart,
Weak and frail,
Almost giving in, to the promises they hail,
But there's this brain,
Strong and conscious,
Reminding of my committed promises,
Stopping me from prancing into my delirious....