This poem is dedicated to all the gutsy people who left their home with a goal in their minds. Once mummy’s delicate kid, now a mature individual who can handle any situation in hand. Dedicated to the memories of many homes and friends…
There is a lovely place we call our home…
But in reality, most of the time we roam…
Hostel, PG, flat, job or college..
We stroll around the planet for money and knowledge…
Homesickness is past, can sleep on any bed…
Hostel food/tiffin food, most taste buds are dead…
Days and nights are same, derailed body clock routine…
Different rooms and pillows; same mobile and laptop screen…
Travelled on almost everything; 2,3,4 or 100 wheeler…
With experience of so many houses, can beat a property dealer…
Easily cook an exotic full course or 5 min instant meal…
Adjustment with new people is never a big deal…
Can live without family, for months and kms away…
But doesn’t want to leave home after a lovely, short stay…
That stay too very royal, everyone standing with a tray…
Then going back is like from majestic to the life of a stray…
But living out of home, is an adventure of its kind…
Fun, challenging, struggle and an independent free mind…
Sometimes happy, sometimes lonely; we learn to live on our own…
That little kid of our parents, experiences to a mature grown…
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U r 100% correct lily, it’s really peaceful to ne at home but yes it is adventurous to be out facing the world alone , u get to know ur strengths and weaknesses and get to do things u always wanted to… 😉
And now we are enjoying our adventure together in the same home 😉