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Take me home
To the warmth of my mother’s arms
To the comfort of my grandma’s lap
And to the wisdom of my father’s words
I have too much smoke in my lungs
Too many tears in my eyes
And it’s getting worse
Take me home
To the bed in which I can sleep like a child
To the streets where I learned to drive
And to the skies where I flew my kites
I have too many stories to tell
Too many thoughts to process
And it’s getting worse
Take me home
To the inside jokes between my friends
To the girl whom I once loved
And to the games that I used to play
I have too many words to write
Too many miles to travel
And it’s getting worse
So please take me home
Where I don’t need to smoke
Where I don’t need to cry
Take me home
Where I can tell all my stories
Where I can think over my thoughts
Take me home
Where I can scribble as much as I want
Where my journey would finally end
Published by Jaydeep Bansal
2 years ago 
