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I don’t have options,
I go to a home where I don’t feel at home.
Right after reaching there,
I start to think about leaving the city again.
I don’t know why I don’t feel any connection,
Post 2017, if I’m remembering it correctly,
I stopped feeling good there.
Bus journey to the city is more beautiful and pleasing,
Than that so-called home.
I don’t know what they mean,
When they say about excitement of home comeing.
I can guess why, but don’t know how I’ve become this way.
I try my best but all I feel is cold,
And it feels depressing as fuck.
I’ve my whole life ahead,
Now I am just 22 years old, damn!
©Saurav Banerjee
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