I sit by the window,
To see a larger world.
Where the sky embraced
The crappers around.
And the city lights chased
The star; lost to be found.
The lit up houses blurred,
Into my granny's bangles colour.
And with the crackers echoed,
My insides that roared.
With the memory of my place,
My home, my people, and their grace.
Festivals, birthdays are just dates,
Nothing feels like a reason to celebrate.
My memories started aching,
Slowly turning its edges brown.
A lot is left as I keep writing,
That I miss my hometown.

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