Poem

Where my mind will be at ease,

And heart will find its corresponding piece.

Where my body will be full of zest,

And the soul will be genuinely loved.

Where my emotions will be truly treasured,

And people will not commute with the season.

In search of that home, my journey is still on,

Unaware of the fact if a place like this even exists.

©Priti C

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