Homesick
- hashtagkalakar
- Nov 9, 2024
- 1 min read
By Bristi Parvin
My heart aches for a home
A home,
Between two open arms that hold me tight
And keep me safe throughout the stormy night
A home,
In the mountain peak
Where the sun’s molten light speak
A home,
Under the starry nights
Where dreams are born
I yearn to be where I'm not forlorn
A home,
Where I join in the restless river’s rhythmic game
To rinse my pain with them
A home,
In the cemetery
Where someone sleeping in silence for so long
A home,
In an old library
Where lives a thousand stories
A home
Where I can rejuvenate myself by my own
I am homesick for a home
Which I've never got
By Bristi Parvin
