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I am coming home to
Colors of holi
To goodbye days
Of Shivratri
To waning winter
And verdant spring
To green, pristine luxury
And richness called life.
I am finally, coming home.
March marched
A little too quickly
Affording me precisely 5 steps
To live this dream.
So greedy me got busy.
I am coming home to
The splendor of Baisakhi
But knowing this cannot be
I am coming home to
Golden days
And resplendent nights
Of magnificent May
And if that is a no too, then
I am coming home to
August at its best.
But
I am definitely coming home

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  1. Kathryn ThorntonApril 3, 2013 at 9:40 PM

    Ruby,

    I love your thoughtful quotes. The poem was wonderful. I hope you make it home; especially for the festival of Baisakhi.

    Kate
    http://katloveswriting.blogspot.com

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 4, 2013 at 6:43 AM

      Thank you Kat. I was wondering actually if I was able to convey my idea with these lines. But your words are encouraging. Though I won't be able to go for Baisakhi .. but may be next time :)

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  2. BoApril 4, 2013 at 5:09 PM

    I love the beauty that pours out through your words.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 4, 2013 at 5:37 PM

      Thank you so much Deana. Your support is really appreciated.

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