It has been a while since I wrote one of these…. and this just came to me today in my homesickness… so here’s a short poem composed by me:

The sound of the lapping waves, the rush of the wild sea, 

the kiss of the whistling wind, the rustle of the soft sand,

sunken in memories, shining through sight, they call to me.

The murmur of the green grass, the dance of the majestic tree,

the smile of the gleaming sun, the music of the pattering rain,

sunken in memories, shining through sight, they call to me.

The scent of the homely bread, the wisps of the evening tea,

the laughter in Her love-filled joy, the twinkle in His profound eyes, 

sunken in memories, shining through sight, they call to me.

The innocence of the childhood toys, the whisper of the cherished history,

the pull of the sweet heaven, the beckoning of the beloved home,

sunken in memories, shining through sight, they call to me. 

In memory of Dar-es-salaam, Tanzania – my home.
Missing my parents – Her & Him.

Thank you for always inspiring me.

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One thought on “They call to me

  1. Dear aditi
    Really u have touched me. We both r also missing u everyday.
    Waiting eagerly of yr Vacations n arrival at home.
    Mumma

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