a poem by Chetan Bhatia

Even if memories of past fades away,
Cacophony of happy days doesn’t echo anymore;
Walking everyday on a floor of metal and concrete,
Still remind me of those days,
Days on walking on the soft and caring shore.

I have got another family waiting,
Another home where I can rest;
Million times I passed from this place,
Every time I stop to think for a moment,
Perhaps this is another nest.

Waiting and calling for me,
Trying to relate even though we are apart;
Like tentacles of a dear octopus,
From whom I can never escape,
Nor I quite wish to in my innermost heart.