Home by Malobi Sinha (birthday present poem)

 

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The ground shimmers
Under a hot summer sky
Blue as a pigeon’s egg-shell;
Brittle as the fallen leaves
Crinkling like sparrows
Across the pavement.
I sit and think, that,
Finally, I have come home
To the truth of my soul
The trees, the grass, the soil
However it may be
Come winter, summer or fall;
It is my home

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5 thoughts on “Home by Malobi Sinha (birthday present poem)

  1. Also, Happy Birthday to PoetryPasta…may it long continue to publish good poetry and prose into the foreseeable great annals of the future 🙂

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