#Poetry in motion ! ❤
With dollars in my dreams and pounds in my pockets, I sit by the window pane of an expensive flat in Rome, all alone.
With pizza replacing the chappatis and pop music replacing holy chants, I walk by the already full streets of Maryland, all alone.
With fingers replacing the pencil and emails replacing the conversations, I rush by the pace of metro in Singapore, all alone.
Just then, a photograph sneaks out of my wallet, questioning me:
How can you forget the dreams that were buried?
How can you chase your ambitions so blindly?
How far will you go?
I have taken connecting flights, after flights and flown all over the world. All I know now is that there is no place more beautiful than your own home, in a word.
I long for those smiles that the photograph bore, and I long for my home, waiting outside the…
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