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Heriath

Published by Achuthan Panikath in category Poetry with tag family | game | home | travel

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English Poem – Heriath
© Anand Vishnu Prakash, YourStoryClub.com

There, before me arose the smoke,

Blanketing the blue, clear sky of hot,

The first signs of life I ponder,

Three days it’s been, since i set out.

 

My old man touched a nerve in me,

Said with spice my life has never cast

a difference in the world broken about,

I set about on a journey to change my past.

 

Knowing not my path for that ,

I simply knew that ‘home’ was my aim

A home that adorned in me since my birth,

Until now,for which I had not been game.

 

A home where love lay sprawled on floor,

where respect crawled every nook of wall.

Pain and hurt lay chained in the attic,

While care sat patient waiting for a call.

 

Three days before, i feared the day,

I would walk upon a home of dreams.

What might i feel i wondered for long

For tis might be too bright a beam.

 

Past the turn, i saw the door,

The door that valued right, my doings,

A gift for my travels, the pain i ‘dured,

The adherent to patch my mind in ruins.

 

At long last did i touch the knob,

that when turned spread before me a sight,

a vision so weird that i swooned,

a glimpse that send hurling an all new plight.

 

For there grew ahead of mine eyes

the wilderness, undisturbed in it’s majesty.

And among the trees that kissed the stars,

I saw the smoke again turning me gritty.

 

Ran did i to another door,

which looked as sweet as the one prior,

Sweeter in fact, unassuming it was,

But Alas!the same type of lier.

 

Open again, through the second door,

I saw a third, with the same story unchanged.

Ran, opened, wrought with mystery

An illusion it seemed, wild yet tamed.

 

My home,quite near, yet afar it lay,

A mystical abode of magic but walled,

That hid the magic behind it’s door,

Like love it stood, felt but not touched.

 

I felt homesick, like never before

though not from family whom i left behind

‘Twas from a home that I’ve never walked in,

Dismal did i feel, a second will i never find?

 

Like dreams that cascaded down as falls,

The wisdom of ‘heriath’ came crashing down.

My ‘home’ might turn to a myth untold,

But forever for it,will i hunt the town.

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