small hut it was but life was happy
in the titanic haveli the echoes of loneliness sting
when we were together the ruins were also alive
spent time with my parents growing up
bamboo grass thatched roof was so cosy
children were hugged guided and loved
fear of elders kept them straight
your memories branching off in all directions
just one of its kind that tree was nice
travelling in train i think often
if you were with me journey could be nice
some necessity brought me here or
it is known to all , native home is always better than foreign lands
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