The smell of Home
When away from my hometown I fear things may bring me down I fear people may make me frown For life is not a laughing clown Places I go Older as I grow Like a river goes In the rhythm of it’s flow I find so many obstacles That try to bind me with shackles Sometimes on my face life chuckles When my heart breaks down with crackles And yet again I gather strength That would take me to greater lengths For the fear of failure won’t take my breath But the fear of regret would haunt to death Amidst the trauma this feeling would come And I feel like going home The one place where it’s never dark The light of hope does always spark It doesn’t matter how high I fly How long I go, how deep I dive When on Earth it would remind The smell of home nowhere I find For there is peace on the lap of mother In the arms of father, in the care brother In the heart of sister my world resides The home of god stays just besides. ~RV