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The Lost Home
I lost my home,
A home that was not mine;
A sweet and lovely home
A home so bright
The September breeze brought me there,
From a far distant land;
It took time to fall in love
With the home even loved by the ants
The day was her friend and the night was her wine,
Which I spilled on her womb
In the blue winter shine;
And which gave birth to warmth and rhyme
Her tainted, distorted skin showed
She was not a maiden, on them
Lovers of the past lay their marks;
The jealous me roared, 'She must be washed'
So the days passed me by
As I groomed her white,
She smiled and embraced me with love;
Her arms, perfumed and bright
But soon came the summer and I am away
Lone she was left behind,
Frantic for her face I come back running,
But in her arms a new lover I could find
I lost my home
A home that was never mine.
poem
by
Shouvik Roy
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