Tired eyes always look for home- a poem
Tired eyes always look for home
Like an infinity pool, brimming, her mind for
exploration
She set her sails for Russia, Greece, and Rome
Climbing on trees, running barefoot to a
frazzle
She sighs, “Tired eyes always look for home”
She sniffs the oldest thing in her brand new
room
Thinks to herself, society’s idea of success is
a trap
She spent all her savings on this challenging
career
Now she is saving up to lay her head in mum’s
lap
No expensive perfume is a sexy as a familiar
scent
Nothing as medicinal as having someone when
you’re alone
Her comfort seeks new ventures
But her tired eyes always look for home
-Maithili
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