i once wished to leave my home,
leaving my memories behind,,
i just packed my bag and set off,
i walked away from my home,
he whole wide world to roam.
on the way, i saw scenes i had never seen before,
children moving all around their feet sore,
in tattered clothes and shabby looks,
i had seen these only in books,
begging on the roads with their family.
this reminded me something.
my family,my friends,my home my everything
i could remember the things i had been given,
but i had been an ungrateful person,
best opportunities i had,
but i was very bad,
where shall i find them all again?
i was not away from home,
the place not belonging to me at all,'i longed for my mothers call.
regaining my memories all along.
i realized that i had been wrong,
i promised not to do it again;not at all,
at once i wished to leave my home.
my mother received me with an open arm,
though i had done her a great harm,
making promises was all that i could do,
begging for forgiveness ,repenting true,
shedding tears all the while,
waiting for my mothers smile!
i shall never think of doing this,
my home i shall always miss,
my family i shall always revere
yes, i will make this a great year!
                                                          vishvi.aurora