THE HOME MISSES US TOO
When we are away from home
Not only members of our home
Our home too waits for us
Though all the articles are lifeless
These miss our touch.
When we arrive back home
After a long gap
Threshold of our home
Doors and windows
Seem to be smiling
As if extending
Warm welcome to us
Sitting in courtyard
Sipping tea
In every sip
Happiness of cup
Seems poured.
In plate, vegetables and roti
Cooked and served by mother
Seem to be swaying with joy
On our arrival.
In dense night
When we go to sleep
Cot of our home seems
To be giggling
While lulling us to sleep.
Ceiling of room seems to cast
Its unblinking eyes on me all through the night.
GHAR BHÉE KRTA HAI YAAD, poem composed in Hindi by Om
Purohit kagad ji and translated by myself with his permission
RAJNI CHHABRA
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