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 heartfu