by Priya Verma
Published on: Nov 21, 2009
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Type: Poetry

As I walk towards the roots
your majestic hands are
ready to embrace and
I look at the greener pastures
that are ever expanding
like your blessings.
I am homeward-bound
where you wait
and also all those
who have been longing
for soft footsteps.
A knock at heavenly door:
I will be home soon.
Have you put together
a past and future for me?


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