This is a poem written by my father. He ascended in 2015 after fighting cancer for 5 years. Today, would have been his 70th birthday. As a tribute, I am posting this lovely poem that he wrote.
HOME
Everything is holding as a Whole
There is no outside, no inside
We did not come
And we are not going
We are home
Submitted to
One only law
One only religion
One only tradition,
Love
Dictated by
One only environment
One only country,
The Universe
I do not cross the road
To reach home
The road, already, is a part
Of my home
I do not pass people
To reach my family
People, already, are a part
Of my family
So many years of dismantling
The years
