take me back to the morning,
to the rejuvenating gale,

when my skin would be kissed by the sun shining,
which brought a promise of a new tale.

take me back to the time,
when the smell of earth after a drizzly rain,
would make all the anxiousness sublime,
and ease the effortless pain.

take me back to the evening,
the tangerine sky filled with wailing birds,
which had me believing, that the stars,
among themselves long for the tender words.

take me back to the age,
when i dreamt of chocolate trees,
when my emotions were not trapped in a cage,
and my imagination flew with the breeze.

take me back to the days,
when i was ignorant to the chaos outside,
when scariest period was the end of holidays,
and only contentment was inside.

take me back to my home,
oh, love,
take me back to my home.

-Awditi