The Halcyon Days At Home
A longing for childhood home.

When I was a little girl I dreamed to have a home of my own one day Create my own space, my own little world A replica of the lovable warmth which nurtured my childhood
The wish is now granted My turf carved, my space built, my world set
But I long for home The home where I was a careless carefree little girl where dinner was served without me cooking where the house was cleaned without me cleaning where bills were paid without me worrying
A place when dad was not in heaven And mom’s endearing bear hugs were in person given
I long for the aura of the halcyon days where I was happy-go-lucky, carefree, careless, little babe cocooned in the ambience of bonhomie with ones who gave me birth.
I long for my childhood home, miles apart, continents apart, oceans apart…
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