• docsurbhi 5w

    Childhood Home
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    She walks over the dried hazel leaves
    towards her dwelling
    which embraces her childhood laughter
    within fainted broken walls.

    She strokes over the dust
    and unlatches
    the brown painted window
    To admire her favourite sight,
    Just before the day slips into dusk.

    Trees with Gulmohar leaves
    Red yellow sky above
    Rustling sound through the wind
    woven with the music of
    birds chirping stories of last winter.

    ~docsurbhi