I feel-like going home; br What my new home is like? br What is there in br that I do not like? br br I feel-like going home. br It’s in the rush of life br That people go quiet. br In the presence of what we likes br We are but kids; br Put in the midst of opulence. br br I don’t know what I have done br as not to be what I had been. br Could that be a kind of luck br Or some favours that come by chance? br br This home homing could be br A “come full circle”, br ‘it has been a long way already br and you have no way to go pursuing’. br br The way I have at hand br is but my new way home. br Must be. I believe so. br Even if it’s not, br still I love to believe so. br br This homecoming is br What I have been after. br I did never pray, br nor did I complain. br What I did utmost was br ‘I stayed constant’. br br br br Again and again I asked, br “Do I do what I should? ” br Or “I do things the way they come by? ” br I don’t know why br some questions defy br Answers that look br Really very close by? br br Now I feel, br when I feel like going home, br that it’s true to all. br No matter where you come from. br It’s home that makes you one. br It’s the same that gives you your room.br br A.