Migration

 The way he broke into tears

On the third day because life

Felt empty without his lovely wife

And three children to welcome him 

At night even when he truly lived

a life that his adventurous 

heart desired by day.

The way 18 year olds jump

To new cities with a fierce idea

Of freedom blooming in their lives

Only to call their mother on 

The second day just to hear 

How home sounds like while 

They reek of homesickness.

The way people make homes

In other people's hearts, making 

Safe places to escape to when 

Their own head becomes a cold mess

Asking you the purpose of living every day

When one day you would be forgotten.

The way his wanderlust heart could

Finally find shelter in four individuals

Of his own blood when the whole

World was at his disposal for migration

Makes me believe that a home inside

A heart could survive the longest.

The way mothers are willing to 

Help her little birds to fly away

Even when the world could be

An epitome of lurking evils is 

Because of the heartful giggles

They share about how exciting a day was

When a day had always been just a day before.

The way people never realise how

Lucky they are to have someone

to go back to, to find comfort in,

To share warmth with, to bask in feelings

Of familiarity, to share stories of finding 

families in new towns until they witness

the enchanting willingness born

In them to be free when they know they

Have somewhere to come back to.