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Glad you enjoyed its beauty :-)
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Personal
My home is where
I am,
My home was where
I was.
My karmabhumi
More than
My janmabhumi,
My karma my dharma.
Dharam-shankat hain,
Dharam-shankat,
The French-cut beard man saying it
While lecturing on psychoanalysis, lit. and medicine.
But feel I prestige-shankat,
Psychological crisis within,
Who am I, who am I,
What my identity, where am I from?
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Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Home, Sweet Home by John Howard Payne
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The vi'lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,—
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy.
I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood
From Hyderabad Mallick is feeling about Orissa, getting nostalgic and homesick, remembering, reminiscing and ruminating over the house he was born and the times gone by.
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Thank you, Aparna for the excellent picture of the river and the dusk. It adds beauty to the poem.
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Thank you, Aparna for the excellent picture of the river and the dusk. It adds beauty to the poem.
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