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
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