O-Home! My Home!

By Sai Swadesh Mohanty

With each passing day,

With each passing hour,

The ticking down of clock,

Fills his heart with joy and power.

With each step closer to the hometown,

All his worries were slowly burning down.

The view of his beloved city from afar

never looked so aesthetically pleasing.

Hearing all the familiar words, 

He wondered if he is day-dreaming.

A boy full of words, now stunned.

His eyes glimmering as he returned.

The same old city of boredom,

Looks now as a royal empire.

Eating Mother's home-cooked food, 

now his sole desire.

The city's Late winter nights,

Perhaps - no better time to roam.

Say it a paradox but he realised,

It's he who has changed, not the home.

By Sai Swadesh Mohanty