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Home
By Megha.V
This broken home,
Is the cradle I stayed awake on.
This is where I learned,
To walk and to dream.
These roots run deep.
These veins sore high.
They keep me safe.
They keep me alive.
This is where I learned,
To cry and to scream.
These roots don’t let me leave.
These veins keep choking me.
They keep me a hostage.
They keep me lifeless.
This place is both my heaven
And my hell.
Both my birthplace
And my graveyard.
By Megha.V