HOMECOMING ?

Nostalgia

Thy name is pain.

What once was,

Can never be,

The same again!

I longed to go,

To the old abodes,

Of my childhood's years,

My heart beating fast,

Holding back my tears,

Go i did,

After two score years.

My childhood was strewn,

All over there,

Pristine joy,never a care.

But nothing at all,

Was as it had been,

A sweeping hand,

Had changed the scene.

I could not find,

Though fresh in mind,

A trace of what,

Had been pulling at me.

Where was the house?

The park,the swings?

With passage of time,

They had taken wings.

The land was same,

Living and throbbing,

Why did my heart,

Feel like sobbing ?