Author: Vania

I come back,
Tired and exhausted,
A hectic day
Felt like forever, it lasted
The journey back,
To my comfort place
A place like none other,
One that provides me a safe space,
What they say is definitely the truth
I want to convey this to today’s youth
Amid different places I may roam
But there’s no place like home
It is not some abode,
With furnitures, and stuff
Home is where love calls us,
A place that is enough
I come home running,
From the blackness of the world,
The barbarity of this place,
To my mother, I am curled
I pity those, who come back
With no one to meet,
No one to greet,
For that is not home
Home is sweet.
-VANIA SYED