When I was hungry, from my humble hut,
I waved to God with a heart burdened but,
My plea carried on fragile wings of hope,
Yearning for sustenance, a way to cope.
But the vast universe claimed His attention,
Beyond my reach, lost in its grand ascension.
In a brutal world, as I grew up strong,
I waved again, seeking solace in the throng.
Hand extended, an unspoken plea for grace,
Hoping for divine guidance in life's race.
Yet the vibrant universe stole His gaze,
Leaving me to navigate uncertain ways.
When I was in love and desired a small thing,

When you return home after many years,
stepping onto familiar soil,
your heart stirs with bittersweet anticipation.
The sun-tinted house that once witnessed your dreams
now stands a stranger, with cold eyes afar,
overgrown vines clinging to its weathered walls.
It is as if time has woven arras of indifference,
forgetting the dwelling you once held dear.
Your gloomy eyes , yearn for the sight of loved ones.
Brimming with longing and delight,
search for the comforting presence of a mother’s love.
But her cot is empty, an echoing void