In multitudes that whisked around
She searched for one who felt the same
 
Perhaps a pairs of eyes somewhere
that blinked in an unspoken agreement
Or a voice familiar in the din echoing her true sentiments
 
You have come to your native place
No place in world can take its place
 
No one, this time will pull you ashore
Stay here and rest as long as you want
 
Or perhaps this time for a change
Stay back for good make it your home
 
Exhausted by the long haul
With tears of joy she arrived home
 
© 2013 Pallavi Mahajan

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