MEMORIES, AGAIN, HAVE COME BACK FROM A TRIP TO THAT HOUSE

Come on! Let’s do what this mind conveys, my soul says
Memories, again, have come back from a trip to that house
An address that was, once, life and call of every passing day

Come on! Let the mind’s call be heard, my soul says
Steps are already moving to the path, taking me along
The journey, too, is similar, like I would feel one with

Come on! Let’s relive those memories again, my soul says
Let’s sit with no worries of us, under the cover of those days
Let’s talk what we used to do, let’s create the moments again

Come on! Let’s go to the place these memories have come from
Even if I have come this far, belongingness to that home remains
I had begun from there, in those days; I shall remain of the place

Come on! Let’s listen to this mind that is running to the home
Company of unruffled thoughts is there, waiting, arms spread
Come on! Let’s do some sensible things again, my soul says

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