When Back Home from Work

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

I usually carry the heaviness of the day:

Some on my aching back;

Some in the recess of mind;

Some in the deepest core of my heart.

When back home from work

I somehow let the tiredness rest outside

Alone in undisturbed silence

Brooding in the dark courtyard of the night.

Before I step inside,

I wear the homely mask of responsibility-

Father and husband,

Well hung above on the doorstep.

While hope and happiness are awake

On the drowsy eyelids;

Sleep makes us fall in its embrace

Only to wake us up with a bright morning.

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