The thought creeps into my head The thought of you Leaving on your trip, Leaving me behind. I resist, I resist, The thought in my head For now is not the time to fret. But the day will be here And soon you will leave And I will be left Alone for a week. I … Continue reading I will miss you here
I am My childhood The experiences The people The books The school. I am My hometown The culture The festivals The wildlife And society. I am The composite Of all that I read, Saw heard and learnt. I am The sum Of all these years.