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Where Is My Home?…

I sit here and ponder on my fate,
My wait has become a never ending wait.
All now left is my mournful life alone,
Everyone left me one by one…
So where is my home?
A home is not with four walls and bricks,
It is with a family with whom I was tricked.
You blessed me with unconditional affection,
A mom I found  but her name it hurts me to mention.
I do not know if you would accept her seeing from above,
But I do love her and she too loves me and cares for me.
This love of her I see it and I feel it and I want it…
But how do I know I should go for it?…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag