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I am back to the house where I belong
I have been living here since a long time
So long ago, my memories are like mist and fog
But in that blur I do remember
Green grass and the Sanish Tiles flooring inside
But I was forced to desert the house for a year
Now that I have come back, so much has changed
But yet, some of it has been redone to what it was like before
A weird sense of deja vu passes upon me
Every corner re-done , i feel I have been here before
I do not remember most things as they have been ruined
The house is there intact, but in shambles
But my Mother is doing all in her capacity to bring back normalcy
My Father is spending a fortune on fixing broken things
The lawn grass has turned from green to yellow
The trees are unkempt and now all dry
I feel I just might strat crying
Entering the neglected gate, neigbours gave us weird looks
Stupidly, I think, maybe I should not have come back
So that the factual position, I may not have ever seen
But then better sense prevails, it was good I came back
To see for myself how much things have deteriorated
And, then comfort myself and say
‘We shall again see the glory days’
by Salma
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