Walking home


As the sun sets in the sky,
The birds return to their abode,
I too walk my way home,
After a day of toiling at the mill,

Its a long road, dry and bare,
My feet aches and my stomach growls,
But I keep walking steady,
As I know I’ll be home soon,

The leafless branches creak slowly ,
As the cool autumn wind blows,
The leaves that had held on bravely,
Fall from their last hope,

A little cottage at the end,
Yellow lights lit up the narrow path
Laughter of the children fill the air,
I rush forgetting my sore feet,
I was home at last,
Ah! Dear god i was home at last!


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