I don’t belong to the Earthly matter,
I belong to the whimsical rain patter
Above the earth, beyond the birth
A place where I felt I finally mattered

There at once, I found my home
Where you ask? I do not know
But I tell you my soul truly felt free
And so I danced with the childish breeze

A home is not where one is bound
Rather it’s a place where one is sound
Away from the darkness, away from the madness
A place that made me fill with gladness

And hence I say home is where heart lay
But after every poem, I return back to the mad bay
Why do we run only to stay?
When we could live and sway far away

06.03.2023