A Place Called ‘Home’



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Somewhere in the hilly mountain,

Across the paddy fields,

Is a dwelling of love,

Where mightn’t you find all the opulence of living,

But a holy and peaceful ambience to live within,

This place is magically blissful,

Rewarded with Nature’s bounty in full.

                                                                           

Embedded in all kinds of emotions,

You shall meet solidarity, selfless acts, more laughs and fewer tears,

Joy and love resides there with no fear,

 

Cheerfully singing heavenly muse to thee,

In the lush green gardens of tea or along the tree,

Must you find a Malayan Giant squirrel howling leisurely.

 

All colours and creeds are best of friends there,

What boundaries actually means none are aware,

Where happy wrinkled faces aged with time’s wrath,

Begins the day’s labour with their bowed head,

 

No disparity lies in you and me here,

Neither terms as I, Me, Myself exists in this sphere,

Abundance of blessings and love had permanently made a nest,

With celestial wings offering wide to every receptor’s chest,

 

So, there is this thatched hut,

Somewhere in the hilly mountains,

Across the paddy field,

                                                                                                 Where placid river of forgiveness always flow,

Making way to more mercy and supernal halo.

 

And this place is what we call ‘HOME’.

 

 

Submitted by : Alka Gaurav Borah.

About this poem

The poem was written in a pensive mood reminiscing the long forgotten hometown. The poem holds emotions of the poet and is relatable to all those who lives far away from their home due to livelihood. The unknown race we all are running seems endless. Hope my poem gets a place in your literary edition. Thank you

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Written on September 08, 2022

Submitted by borahalka31 on September 08, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme X X X X X X X X A X B C C C D D X X X B E E X A X F F X X
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,472
Words 282
Stanzas 29
Stanza Lengths 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1

Alka Gaurav Borah

Alka Chhetri Borah, was born in the beautiful mountain state Nagaland which is famously called as “The Land of Festivals”and raised in the land of red river and blue hills,Assam as now known as ‘Asom’. She considers her faith and family to be the most important to her. If she isn’t spending time with her friends and family, you can almost always find her around her sweet little diary scrabbling stories of soul through her writing. She has earned her Masters in English Literature and Bachelor of Education from Dibrugarh University,Assam She received her early childhood education from Nagaland, Army School. She is the daughter of a retired Army Personal Shri Anil kumar Chhetri and a perfect Homemaker Mrs Maya Chhetri.She claims her interest in reading was imbibed since childhood by her mother who herself is an ardent reader of literary Novels. To speak the least, all her hard work and perseverance is the advantage of being brought up like a veteran kid. Being a daughter of an Army, a disciplinary life was always injected in her blood stream right from childhood. She is a teacher by profession who has been actively dedicating her life in educational domain since 12years . She has earn numerous recognition for her writings in literary magazines and blogs. She lives in Noida Uttar Pradesh, India , with her husband Mr Gaurav Borah who is her key inspirational and motivator. more…

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