The Homecoming

To a bird,

Limitless sky becomes a limit.

The unbounded binds him.

For he has no choice but to fly.

He roves around and sometimes gets lost.

Often, he drifts away from home and yet drifts in search of a home.

Sky has got no demarcation;

He flutters out of frustration.

Creating his own limits, he flies away, all way back to his home, the only home.

And he realises that’s where he belongs.

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I wish for us this homecoming too; someday, from somewhere.

Home is a feeling for ever,

Let us move together;

Because dear, it’s better late than never!