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