The Day I Left My Home

That was of course  not a bad day,

We all were happy and excited,

As I ,the eldest child was able

To get dream job I desired.

What if it was in a city far off,

Father assured apprehensive mom,

Not many are so lucky as to acquire,

A calling of their own desire,

A long journey we had to undertake,

Before reaching the city of my dreams,

Where I would embark on a new path,

And start a new life on my own.

He left me there after making sure,

Of my safety and my well being,

Encouraged me to work hard and honest,

And retired to my grandmother’s home.

Sad and nostalgic I found myself,

Initial excitement had all gone,

At weekend,hurried to grandma’s home,

To get a little bit of solace,

Found her waiting at the door,

Smiling through tears ,she told,

‘Your father cried throughout the night,

Has asked me to visit you oft and on.

You don’t know how satisfied I felt,

To see this man crying for his daughter ,

Who mocked  my daughter a thousand times,

And made her cry for missing her parents’ home.”


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Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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