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DIASPORA

The shrill of harmattan; Along the daring edifice; The melancholic sun; And the pensive crowd; Had dumped his ears; And blurred his sight; For decades from now.
But the mind’s avenue; Hesitant to close down; Still in a mirage of oasis; In the green meadows; With the grazing cattle; And the song of cuckoo; Trapping a swish catfish; In the meandering streams; Supper at the fire place; With a spicy fish dish.. Trapped in obsessions Of  reiterating Memoirs!!
Expatriate is a hostage; In a cradle of emotions; The hunger of his child; Devotion to his parents; And dreams of his bride; Makes hearth a mirage; Calling him back abode.
by AmalDev