And there you arrive The room you lived in Feels part of a personal guest house The mirror you made faces in Refuses to recognise around Your favorite mug and cutlery now a homebound luxury Each time you glance at those Framed photos Time is money Warns invisible robo(t) On the other side Dear homies You want me to grow Without letting me go Not fair Important to know You letting a human Wildest of all in a home closed, shut Why home? Behaving such? Look at nature yaar Even the rose Detaches itself After blooming from a closed bud With no ifs and buts Nutrition enriched Values bag filled Memories at the handtips You have to be willing To let go And then Lend a friendly let-in Cause seeking Is essential Taught you therein Pic:Google images ...
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