Honey, I'M Home
Honey,I'm home...
I whisper in my mind.
Too long I've been afar,
So long I lost his arms.
Honey, I'm home...
Nobody replies,
The home seems new,
No one hears my sound.
I see my children playing around.
Their voices are music to my heart.
I sit in our sofa,
watch the people around.
They didn't even notice,
They're busy roaming,
things I didn't mind.
I walk along to our garden.
I see a man wearing white.
"I know him! "I sigh.
He's holding a picture on his hand.
I call him,"Honey! I'm home."
I shout aloud...
He's so focus,
I saw him cry.
Tears are falling from his eyes.
I hold his shoulder,
kiss him on eyes.
Hold his hands,
He did not reply.
I hear him whisper,
"Honey! I'm home...
Why you didn't wait me,
Please open your eyes.
Happy anniversary,'hon!
I'm home now...
Please don't die!"
Scene I still recall,
the last day I closed my eyes.
Entry for Dr. Ram Mehta's Free Poetry Contest
written:01.14.2014
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