Poem : I miss my home

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Ankit Gorathoki

I missed not missing those moments, so now I yearn for them all;
I miss my small home with unconditional love when sometimes I enter my rented room that sometimes feels suffocating.
I miss those roads full of soil, dust, and pebbles when I see the black-topped roads in this bustling city.
I miss my family whenever I see children troubling their parents in the parks.
I miss my friends when I see people laughing and taking a walk together.
I miss the sound of birds chirping when I hear the honking of vehicles.
I miss the soily aroma of my village when the pollution of the city bothers me.
I miss those comforting and encouraging words of my family when others try to misbehave with me.
I miss those houses made up of normal bricks and rocks whenever I see the sky-touching concrete apartments.
I miss the freedom of roaming around in my village freely whenever I have to stop because of traffic lights.
I miss the sense of belonging I had at home whenever I see unfamiliar people around me.
I miss the identity that I held in my country, now that in this place anyone barely knows me and my story, and I get misjudged.