You seem to have noticed
That in the distance, far beyond the edge of the world
Does a pearly desert of a garden you call home exist
To whom the drought has been one hell of a company.
Come home, it is about time that you casually ambled your way
back into the nostalgia that you knew you could always count on.
Follow the trail of your saddened father's liquor bottles
And be the rain to the holy meadow you grew up in
Bring tears of joy, they haven’t been feeling anything lately
Acknowledge that the world isn’t a live one without you.
- Neha Thapar
F.Y.B.A
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