SOLITUDE

It's evening time.
Sky filled with twilight,
Sun going downtown,
To light another world.
Like my father,
Who used to come home.

At Some places,some clouds met,
and they pour rain.
Like Pieces of confetti,
they used to spray,
When they sing my birthday song.

Leaves blew with wind,
Swinging up and down.
Like my mother used to
Cradle me back and forth,after school.

Everyone has someone or something
Places to go,people to play.
While,I sit in my room
Drowned in those memories
And wish for a place
I can call again home.

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